Bag Boy

One of James' funniest recent behaviours is his obsession with small bags. We've limited it to small bags because the bigger ones are too frustrating; he would be dragging twenty bags around if he could but at the moment it is just three- a chicken shaped bag that his easter eggs came in, a worn out plastic bag that had party favors in it, and a clear string handled number with red piping that holds a dozen broken and dirty crayons.





He does not let go of these bags; they are constant companions during most waking hours. We set them within view when he is eating and on the kitchen potrack when it is time for sleep; otherwise he can throw the ball back and forth, drink milk, ride his duck bike, pretty much anything. Its not even the contents that are significant anymore; its just that he can carry them all around- all the time.



James made Katharine a beautiful sort of cactus tree for Mothers' Day:



This is a photo of him in his jaunty party hat from Ana's birthday last week. Can you tell what our favorite shirt is? Those aren't cars by the way- they are autos- pronounced 'ow-toes'.


One of our favorite cultural indicators are tv commercials- there have been some great ones here over the years. They might even have this one for Sky Radio in the states, I'm not sure. Our favorite right now though is this one for a well known insurance company. You have to click on modem or 'breedband' (broadband) to download the clip.