The world is a wonderful, if very wacky, place to be.

Big.

Volucris took a nap this afternoon, and woke up with a bigger jaw. Also, he couldn’t walk for about two hours afterward because his brain hadn’t gotten the memo that his legs were now a good centimeter longer. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either.

It's like watching the movie Big in slow motion.

The funny smell coming from his room, however, is this:

It's still under construction.

An interest in World War Two became an interest in period military technology became an interest in modern military technology became an interest in modeling. I’m just going to have to get used to odor of modeling cement wafting out of Volucris’s room.

He’s a decent shot, too. He went to the firing range recently, and came back with this:

Not bad for his first time out.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

But you know something? When I look at him, I still see this:

Volubaby.

Advertisements

Comments on: "Big." (3)

  1. I look at my eldest son and still see the baby.

    Love the pattern of his interests: “An interest in World War Two became an interest in period military technology became an interest in modern military technology became an interest in modeling” – and then you think, is this *my* kid?

  2. I’m glad he made it to the firing range, finally – sorry that it hadn’t worked out earlier, as I had intended.

  3. He’s a good shot. Maybe he has a future as a sniper 😉

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Tag Cloud