It Must be in His Genes

Lane has taken to rearranging all of the toys in the house.

Um, no, make that moving all of the toys in the house.

When did this begin?


Last week when we went to Specialize, and Lane discovered his cousin's trucks. When he wasn't busy riding his forklift around the warehouse, Lane figured out how to push the trucks across the floor.

We didn't have any trucks at our house yet. We do now.

It doesn't matter though. Lane quickly moved beyond scooting trucks all over the floor. He will scoot anything he can get his hands on: his toy basket, his phone, the remote control.

This morning, he moved his activity table all over the living room.

He moved it from in front of the couch, to the window and then back over to the couch.

And then thought about where else it could go.

When James and I determined our son's name would be Lane Thomas Rader, there were certain criteria met. 1.)It was a strong, short name. 2.)He would be called Lane. No nicknames. 3.)Lane Rader would look good in print - either on the front cover of the next great American novel or on the thousands of plats he would send out as a surveyor.


Lane is pretty much like his papa in every way. I have all but given up the novelist idea.
1.)He is strong willed. 2.)He is determined to do things on his own and his own way. 3.)He is bossy.

So, I am pretty sure he is going to follow in his papa's footsteps.

But, we know some other men who are just like that. They work out in Hoschton and move things around all day long. We call them Pops and Uncle Pork chop.



If the writing gig doesn't work out and Lane isn't in to surveying, I'm pretty sure there will be something he can do over at Specialize. Looks like moving things around might just be in his genes.