5 p.m. can be the witching hour around here. Dinner needs to be made, despite ample room to spread out Eli and Elena all over each other and not happy about it, and it's still an hour before Mike walks in the door. Thank God for the great outdoors. We spend many a late afternoon/evening warding off crankiness by taking a stroll around our neighborhood. I picked up this little push car at a consignment sale last spring, by far one of the best $9 purchases I've ever made. See the joy? See the love? See the curls (alas, they are no more)? See my boy in a very manly football jersey (he's not always dressed in sailor suits)? I know you can't see the car very well, but it is a bit run down looking. And although I'm very proud of my bargain, I can't help thinking every time I stroll Eli around in it, "Somebody really needs to pimp his ride."