Puddles and S'mores

We went down to Vancouver for a weekend visit. I can't wait for the day that we have a house with a yard. It was so nice to just go out in the front or back yard whenever we wanted to play.

It rained and we played in the gutter puddle. One of my favorite childhood memories is racing cars down our street after a summer rain fall with my brothers. Stephen found some Styrofoam boats he made for a school project and we floated those.

We had the best pizza ever at a local restaurant and then came home for Doran's first ever s'more. I made him a memory book and it has one of these pictures of him in it. Sometimes when he sees it he says, "chocolate, marshmallow" (in his language, of course) over and over again. That boy loves chocolate. Clearly, learned that from me.

Except, he doesn't like to get his hands dirty. "hans,  hans" means he wants his hands cleaned.