Harrison ran in the house a little too quick and hit the recliner just right and got a nice cut over his eye. It worked out that I was at work and just happened to be working with a plastic surgeon, so Gram brought him up to my work and he had to get some stitches. He was such a big boy! When he was finished and they were getting in the car he said "That was fun Gram, We had fun didn't we!"
We went to Brighton Park one evening and the fire department was there playing volleyball. We went over to take a look at the firetruck and the nice fireman let Harrison climb in it, wear a hat, and ring the bell. He thought that was really neat.