Bubble Cow

It's actually a dog that he calls a cow, but it does (or did, since it's broken now) spit out endless bubbles, to the delight of every 2-year-old and the relief of every mom sick of blowing and blowing on those bubble sticks.

 Other backyard fun. Me and Cosette hanging in the shade on these hot summer afternoons.

 Trying to amuse baby by holding hands.

 Enjoying the sandbox. This was before he started to get nervous about the sand making his hands dirty. He's a little particular about his hands, as I mentioned in the finger-painting post, so the sandbox is a bit of a challenge now.

 What a sweet little lady!

 He's very gentle with his Sissy.

 I didn't think we'd call her "Coco" but we do use that nickname all of the time. Here's Coco and The Bear (Jack) hanging out with Daddy while Mommy enjoyed a baby shower on Sunday afternoon.

 I think Jack's yelling "3 strikes, you're out"