This is Aiden's newest passion. Mavis Beacon would be so proud; he can type 300 non-words a minute, in various colors, depending on his mood-and whether or not he can get the cursor in just the right spot to pick a new color. This is page one of five.




Lounging with Dad after work...




We had a little pic-a-nic lunch in Aiden's room the other day when it was particularly gloomy out. PS: Can't wait for summer.




Here's my little pookie after a long day at school and an eye appointment-this is just before I got really brave and woke him from his impromptu nap at 3 in the afternoon. He had to have his eyes dilated so he got to wear my sunglasses on the way home. Scott would be disgusted, he hates the whole windshield for eye ware trend.



And now I have to go, Aiden wants to type...