In the sense of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles!
Airplane ride #8 successfully under his nearly 10 month old belt! Playing with his flight accessories...
This was taken during my last month of commuting. For six months, Ferris and I sat just like this twice a day. I loved it. I loved it when he fell asleep, I loved it when he stared down strangers until they looked back at him, I loved looking up to see a car-full of people gazing at Ferris, I loved it when he reached out to hold a gangsta looking teenage boy's hand and the boy's face was overtaken by a grin. They held hands for 4 stops. A woman got on at 42nd Street and insisted on taking a photo of Ferris grabbing my face and earrings. The New Yorker in me hesitated about handing over my phone, but the Midwesterner in me won out.
Cheating here, because he doesn't have one. He does have a nice stroller and a good suck on a Mustang.
As I was (sort of) saying, Ferris gets around, most recently for a short trip to Minnesota. He has the good fortune of having people flock to him, ready to love, play, and laugh. We couldn't ask for more.
And back in New York, Central Park was just springy enough for me to capture his infectious smile and grass-waving ability. Sometimes he interacts with such understanding that I think he's so brilliant and surely he'll win a Nobel Peace Prize. Then, out of the blue, he starts sucking on my shoulder with such ferocity that I'm momentarily forced to reconsider.
|Don't you love the onesie? We also have the Mario yellow star and red mushroom, but I never manage to get a photo.|
They need a new word for happy.