We had a lovely bike ride to the cafe, then to the park.

Our neighbors Kathy and Linda have an RV and yesterday they took Art and Lewis out for a spin. I just knew Art would have a blast being in a car that had a stove, a fridge, a bed and a table. We visited the RV on Saturday and he really thought it was cool and then he asked about three or four times when he would be going for a ride in it. Finally it was the time- after his nap on Sunday. He made his non-verbal, closed-mouth, tense-neck squeal he was so excited!

I have realized that little boys, maybe big boys, too, have a need to displace and dismantle things.  Not necessarily destroy them, but definitely take things apart and move the parts to various new locations.  Everything Art does seems to eventually turn into a dismantling and displacing game.  I swear.  It's like a primal need.  We had to outlaw a particularily fun game for Art because it was just too ridiculous.  He called it Garbage Man and it started as him just taking random things from the yard and tossing them over the edge of his plastic climbing house in through the 'roof'.  You know how the garbage man tosses stuff into the truck?  Well, he could play this game for 40 minutes or more.  So focused.  That was fine, but then he started playing the game in the basement which involved taking the cushions off the couch and pillows from the guest bed and dumping out all the buckets of blocks and marble toys and legos and adding random things from all over the basement into the imaginary garbage truck in the corner.  Or 'This is the Ocean!' when he takes the covers off his bed and pulls them around the bedrooms saying, "This is the ocean!  Do you wanna see the ocean!?"  And there's Lewis undoing the bucket o' tupperware lids and taking pieces to the living room, foyer or porch.  What is that?