The name Leo, shared by many popes and Byzantine emperors, really suits him. He is definitely the absolute monarch of my apartment.
Author Dalia Sofer, on the subject of her orange tabby Leo. We couldn’t agree more!
Leo passed his hearing test with flying colors, so now we know that he is just ignoring us when we talk to him. He also told the doctor that he ate nothing for breakfast, that his favorite vegetable is “moonsquirters”, and he wouldn’t tell her the names of his teachers at school until he was convinced that she didn’t already know the answer. Ah, four!
Here’s Leo harvesting his first pumpkin. I left out the photo of him nearly dropping it.
My suggestion that we put “Baby” away and get out the new one was met with this look indicating, “No Way!”
I read about someone growing up in Nebraska and not having a real playhouse, but every year growing a sunflower house instead. I don’t know if Leo’s Great-Grandma Marjorie ever had one (she lived in Nebraska as a child), but I thought I try it. It was planted in May, along with morning glories, and everything did well. We’ll do it again next year!
Leo’s first recognizable drawing of a thing. The artist calls this “Rainbow Car”.
Leo’s first day of preschool knocked him out and he fell asleep on the way home (it didn’t help that he was so excited he was up at 4:30 a.m.).