Today's Toby

Watching the Winter Wonderland.   

I believe he was picking his ping-pong mascot. Clearly, it was a decision that took some reflection.   

Getting in a few more steps before bedtime.   

Zooming through...  

When things get awesome because your dad knows a thing or two about lighting design.   

No matter how short the haircut, it's no match for the winter hat.  

Throwback to last week and catching a bit of the Spurs game before bed.  

Working on his ping pong return.  

When you want to respect his wardrobe choices...but you're also cold just looking at him. (For the record, he was going to be inside for the rest of the afternoon. But still. Brrrr!)  

We are rich in advent calendars! Thanks Grandma Wright and Aunt Bahiya!   

Attempting a photo with Toby. I can feel him coming around to the idea... Victory!  

Working on his ping pong skills with Grandma Paradine.   

 Grateful the snow is just in the picture... for now.

Nothing like a holiday train to kick off the season.  

 Even solitaire is more fun woth more people. 

Sharing favorite videos with Grandpa   

Toby and Spencer were seeing how far they could glide on one push. Seems like more mass is harder to overcome.  

Toby tripped and fell leaving school, bumping his chin and knee. This is him trying to keep his face on his cool water bottle while tying his shoe.  

Not really, but if they did they'd need more thana twin bed.  

Toby understandably didn't want reading time with mom interrupted with a picture, but we managed to get one with his face uncovered.   

Belly spins. Butt spins  

He does not joke about Halloween candy.  

When Spencer came home with 16 placecards and a desire to host Stuffie Thanksgiving,  Toby very sweetly volunteered to write everyone's name on their respective card. I think they were both thrilled with the arrangement.  

Managing his fantasy football team with a little help from Dad.  

I can neither confirm nor deny those events.  

Teaching Spencer how to do word scrambles.  

They call me mellow yellow...  

What happens when there's a Sharpie on the dinner table? Milk graffiti. Naturally.   

This year's school picture.