Yesterday Mommy found a fire station and firetruck that Grandma was storing until I got old enough to play with it.  I think it was given to me at age two and I was more interested in banging toys than imaginative play back them.  The entire day was spent playing with my fireman's station and firetruck.

 I played with it on the breakfast table, in Car Town, while watching an episode of Bubble Guppies about fireman,...

 sitting on Barbara's bed,  and on the garage carpet.  I couldn't get enough of it.

GGM babysat me for an hour while GGF and Barbara made quick trips to the library, Chamber of Commerce, and Panda Express.  I really didn't want to quit playing fire station to go with them. 

The only time I didn't play with it was the couple of hours I played outside.

 An easy thing to play is water guns. 

 In this picture I got shot.  I am quite the actor. 

Our winter flowers are still blooming. 
I helped Mr. Brad work in his backyard.  When we finished his work, he came over and I showed him how I play with my fire station.

I took a bath, then I sat on my great grandparents bed and built a truck out of another kind of building block.  We have these blocks at school also.  (It looks like there is a big bruise on my right side, but that is just a shadow.)

I was happy to see Mommy arrive after she got off work.  I got to play with Carson after we got home.  I like playing with my GG parents, Barbara, Mimz, Daddy, and Mommy, but I sort of like playing with kids more.

I said something was "frustrating" and I used it at an appropriate time. A couple of days ago, I said some thing happens "automatically."  I surprise my caregivers with some of the words I use.