Ruby -- Hearbreaker?

This evening after dinner we all went on a pleasant stroll to the other side of town. It was a madhouse--littered with bikes, skateboards, ladders, car seats, strollers, dogs, goats, shrieking kids, and a little boy Ruby's age stepped around a corner. "Hi B--!"

(His name's actually B--... she can never get it right).

He broke out in a smile and was about to respond, but turned sheepish, gave a little tug to his shirt, and suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing any pants.

He was quickly hidden behind a pillar after a swift turn and a few hops, but the turn unfortunately revealed that he was wearing a diaper (?!). He apparently felt safe behind the pillar because his top half soon emerged waving wildly and yelling "Hi, Ruby!"

After about a block we were passed by another little boy Ruby's age on a little motorcycle. The next time he buzzed past he gave us all a hard look, and we gave him one.

The third time he passed he yelled, "Watch this Ruby!"

After we'd deciphered what he'd said, Woo asked, "Is he showing off?"

And yes, yes he was. He buzzed by several times and every time he'd narrowly avoid wrecks by doing something crazy like putting both his legs out spread eagle or raising both arms in the air, yelling, "Hi, Ruby!"

We never could figure out who he was because he was wearing a full face helmet, and the mystery was engrossing Ruby for the rest of the evening.
Woo: I'm sorry, Ruby. You're much more likely to end up with the nerd without the pants, but know that whoever you choose we're pleased. Very pleased. 
Herbie is our child with fashion sense. A couple of days before school started, he was the one who lined up a couple of outfits on the floor in anticipation of his own first day of school. And I'm not going to lie, they were some pretty good outfits.

This morning after his bath he went upstairs to put on an outfit that I know he planned beforehand: a brown striped sweater with some light brown pants. He wore the sweater for a couple of hours, but eventually took it off. I noticed his back was sweating. You can only take so much discomfort for looking good.

Moses hates tomatoes. Probably more than anything else, but he also hates potatoes. "Mom, they're yucky!"

I don't know who taught him that. Certainly not us. Anyway, he will do anything he can to get out of eating them, unless, I've now observed, there's ketchup on the tomatoes (his idea) or pats of butter on his potatoes.

We had banana squash tonight for dinner. I thought for sure he would have problems eating it, but he actually had like fifths, making very sure every time that there was butter on it.

Linus got his second tooth this week. It was rougher on him than his first, at least he did a lot more whining. He's rolling and pivoting all over the floor, but no real forward motion yet.

Woo spent most of the week working. Either on the insulation or his latest update (mostly the update).

He did actually find a friend to go mtn. biking with, but unfortunately scheduled the ride on Ruby's first day of school and had to cancel. And he found someone to carpool with to Powder Mountain. Maybe now he'll take the plunge for the season pass.

I finished sanding the top half of the china cabinet and got one coat of stain on it. I also spent a bunch of time unpacking boxes.

Anyway, that's about it. Talk to you all later!