Stop ... hammer time!

We are just one day into yet another glorious summer weekend, and already Harmon has found yet more ways to make us laugh. Today we took him to the grotto at Orchard Lake St. Mary's and tried to take some photos of him with all of the pretty flowers.

Well, he is sort of like Stoney (for all of you WDFN fans) in that he rarely looks at you for very long if you are trying to take his picture. Well, today when he was posing for a photo, he fell over into the luscious, green grass. We thought he might like this, having spent very little, if any, time on grass. Well, he wasn't too happy about it (also, see right).

We did manage to get him to smile for a few photos with Mommy and Daddy, and soon were on our way to one of our favorite lunch places, Camelia's (or El Taco Loco, for all of you old school Mexican food grubbers). Shortly after we sat down, we had this feeling we had eaten there one too many times after the waitress asked Aimee if she would like her regular burrito dinner. She didn't even have to open her mouth. Too funny.

So, Harmon was a good boy all day, even when we took him in and out of the car and his stroller 20 times. What probably calmed him the most was that he had his trusty hammer (left) in his hand. It would be easier to get your leg out of a bear trap than to pry that hammer from his hands. He simply loves it. It makes noises and lights up, and Harmon loves to pound on things with it. Dadddy had a little red hammer when he was growing up, so Harmon is well on his way.

We'll just call him Thor ... god of thunder!