Eyed Brown Grill

No big surprise I have a Van Morrison CD in the truck which we listen to on the way to daycare in the morning. Avery really likes Brown eyed girl, but he calls id Eyed Brown grill. Oddly every time U2 comes on the radio he curls in the fetal position and cries, wait maybe that was me. I try and block out that kind of trauma.

I put a hat on today because I am going to be working in the field here in a few minutes. Avery though he needed a hat too. So we both wore our carhartt hats on. Halfway to daycare he decided he needed it on backwards like Uncle Mike. He walked into daycare and proudly announced he had his hat on backwards, not forwards.

From November 7