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Besides the "wawa", K.'s other new love is fire.  He knows not to touch the fire and pretty much says "hot" constantly while it is going, but if he does not have fire, he is not happy.  It started on vacation when Pappy kept us heated by the fire for the entire weekend.  It probably helped that we had hot chocolate and roasted  s'mores. 

 Since we got home, his first stop is our little, teeny, tiny wood pile.  He says, "eeck" repetitively and stacks each little log until it is as high as him. Then he pulls them back down onto the floor.  As soon as daddy get's home, he is running back and forth from the fire place to the garage until he gets some wood.  He knows where the lighter is kept but, fortunately, not how to start it.

My little country boy is fitting in so well at his new home.