Calling plays

They've got four wideouts and their pass-catching back out there and you're gonna call a linebacker blitz with a soft nickel zone? Geez, even Juan Castillo could have told you that's a bad plan. How do these guys get hired? 

A weekend on the rails

Grandmom and Grandpop invited Ollie and I up to Lancaster for a train-tastic vacation this weekend. I agreed to bring Mom and Dad, once they promised not to elbow in on my time with Pop. 

We saw steam locomotives and diesel locomotives and electric locomotives and passenger cars and box cars and coal cars and big cabooses and small cabooses and oh my gawd there were so many trains!!!

It took me a while to explain all the different kinds to Grandpop, but he's a pretty good listener. 

He even took me for a ride on a real steam train! I wore my Thomas the Tank Engine shirt, so everyone would know I was already a train expert. 

You could see so much stuff from the train, but when I asked to drive, they said I had to be at least 16. That's ridiculous. What am I going to so, make a wrong turn off the tracks?

We got to see all sorts of neat toy trains too in a museum nearby. Grandmom and I liked the ones that went around and around and made train noises. How do people think of these things?

Of course, no trip would be complete without at least one ride on my favorite train, Thomas. I wanted to take him home, but Mom and Dad said there wasn't enough room in our garage to keep him. That's a shame, because he's a really useful engine. 

Problems of autumn

Look, somebody has to clean up this porch. That's the best I can do until I'm tall enough to pull the rake down from the shelves.

Handyman

I don't know why Dad's always complaining about getting work done around the house. These screws are pretty easy to drive in and pull back out.

The agony of defeat

I don't understand ... The baseball playoffs started today, and I can't find the Phillies playing anywhere. What gives?

Down in the wine cellar

Hold on, when did we get a wine cellar?

Just kidding. Here's a picture of my visit this weekend to the big house around the corner. Dad says it's the old governor's mansion, but that's not a very descriptive name. I like mine better.

Dad also kept complaining that I moved around too much to get a good picture in the cellar, but I don't know what he was talking about.

Gameday preparations

Jonathan, since you have your Eagles shirt on, can you do a touchdown pose picture for the blog? Raise your arms.

Funny kid. OK, please raise your other arm.

You're a riot. No, raise them both at the same time.

HOLD THEM APART -- THIS IS WHY THE PHOTOS TAKE FOREVER.

Fine, good enough. Whatever.

Now you're just showing off.