The boy loves to color.







And he loves playdough. It doesn't look so colorful now. It's turned a bland, dark gray.



He blows a kiss at a birthday brunch for Mama at the end of August.



Alison, Mama, Anne, and Guthrie at the birthday brunch.



Alison snarls.



A one-socked naked man ran through our house!



Papa spent a few days in Hollywood at a public radio conference. This is the view from his hotel. You can just make out the Hollywood sign in the background.







Some of the playgrounds have community toys. Guthrie can't quite yet pedal, but he knows that's what he needs to do. If only his legs were a tad longer...







Mama and the boy peek through one of the bubbles in the prairie dog compound at the Prospect Park zoo. The baboons were back, too! But, alas, they were all lethargic and zoo construction meant a jackhammer kind of ruined the whole atmosphere.



The fellows at Mending Bee for Change had their super-large hand-made flag spread out in the park. It was so much fun! We had a few qualms about walking on the flag, but there were mitigating circumstances: One, the flag is not yet finished, so, theoretically, it's not a true American flag yet. Two, there's no easy way to properly display a flag of this size except on the ground. Three, it was a mending session, though that hadn't started yet. They were there to restore it to good condition, as well as collect names. They hope to take it to an Obama rally in Pennsylvania soon. We donated $10 towards a good cause.





This is like a Bruce Springsteen album cover.



Mama told the boy it was "sheets" because the flapping and waving and up and down was very much like the fun we have when we put sheets on the bed.







The boy has been a bit pumpkin-crazy lately, so when he saw them at the farmer's market his face lit up. It was entirely worth the dollar.



The boy likes chocolate sorbet. :)

Well, the camera was full again, so here are a few more pictures.

The boy in the park at Dumbo, which is right between the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges at the westernmost edge of Brooklyn. That's the Brooklyn Bridge in the background.



Smooches! Monkeys have wet kisses.



Monkeys also like to kiss babies. The baby in the swing is Gus, Sarah's friend Anne's cousin Lauren's baby (ha!). Guthrie sooooooo wanted to ride in the bouncy swing, but he was too big. That's Ryan, Anne's fellow, in the background.



Anne with Gus and Guthrie. Her two favoritest babies, I'm told.



This is what the tiredest boy looks like. I know we usually post happy boy photos here, but look at that pathetic face. Very, very tired.



Better times at the Central Park Zoo. They have monkeys (but no baboons). But! There is a carousel with HORSIES nearby. Certain small members of our household were delighted.



Near the sandpit in a playground at Prospect Park in Brooklyn. The boy was tired after a long day but he still enjoyed himself.



He managed to commandeer a community shovel, for one thing.



And he found a cup to fill and empty and fill and empty and fill and empty...



Sand fits nicely in every crevice and wrinkle of a boy's clothes.



Happy boy with crayons at Two Boots, a good family friendly restaurant. They provide the crayons and the coloring books.



They also let papas color, if they want.