Here are a few recent pictures of our little man. Here he is coloring with his markers, helping me take ashes out of the fireplace, posing having completed that task, and running under the parachute at “’nastics.” 
Waylon’s at a fun age. He seems to be a pretty bright little guy. He can count to ten and knows many of his letters and all his colors. He has long known all the Backyardigan and Sesame Street characters by name and color. He knows almost all shapes, and I did satisfy myself last night that he can differentiate between a pentagon and an octagon. (He is still having some trouble with the hexagon). My mom is amazed at his ability to work puzzles. Of course, this probably has no correlation to anything much, but it sure is entertaining!
W is doing pretty well with his manners, as well. “Please” is pretty reliable, 
and “thanks” is coming along. He has started routinely saying “excuse me” and surprised me a little when he genuinely apologized to me last night when he accidentally hit me in the head with a block. Suni and Grover must be doing a heck of a job with that subject. It’s sure nice to have a polite young’un around the house.
Waylon assigned Calvin a chair at the dinner table last night, indicating to us that he does “get it” on some level. Counter-evidence of that, however, is the fact that he continues to insist that, while Mama has Calvin in her belly, Waylon has “Carl” in his belly.
Come on out! Despite all the helpful advice from Tim Whitehead (Thanks, buddy!), still no baby.
Where’s the dough? As my cousin Adam pointed out yesterday, there is still no cash dropping from the sky here in East Tennessee following yesterday’s inauguration of Mr. Obama, or “BHO,” as I believe Adam dubbed our 44th president.
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I was certain my advice would work. Perhaps it was your technique? ;-) Love the pics.
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