Paxton is going through another "tongue phase". He is constantly sticking it out the side of his mouth as shown in the picture.

Last week, we filled our Sunday with a day of fun for Paxton. We took him to Chuck E. Cheese in Austin first. I haven't been there since I was a kid. I was a little concerned about him being trampled by bigger kids, but he came through the experience fine. I don't remember the pizza at Chuck E. Cheese being so horrible. It was the worse pizza I've ever eaten. We also ordered an apple/cinnamon "pizza" for dessert that tasted like bugspray. On top of that, while the animatronic characters were apparently rocking their Chuck E. Cheese band the whole time we were there, we couldn't hear a word of it. The volume was so low, it just appeared that jerky giant bears, rats and purple blob (I don't know what that was!) were giving one another paranoid glances repeatedly.

There were plenty of things for a toddler to enjoy at Chuck E. Cheese, but Paxton was leery of most of them. He clutched me and cried in terror when I tried to get him to sit on one of the little rides. While he was happy to be able to recognize and name the horse, he didn't want to enjoy the gentle, mechanical trotting. He was much more comfortable with skee-ball. He liked handing Chris and I the balls as we rolled them to ticket glory.

This Hot Wheels track was a Christmas present for Chris one year. Paxton instantly fell in love with it. He knows how to feed the cars into the little mechanism that sends them flying through the loop. He gets in a zone, lining up one Hot Wheel after another and watching them go. On this particular day, he would take breaks for a moment to reach out for more Salt and Vinegar potato chips from Chris. This picture captured the look on his face as he reacted to the bitter taste. I cannot handle that taste, but Paxton just wanted more and more. In the picture below, you can see how Lula did her part by licking the crumbs from Paxton's chin between handfuls. They're a good team.