Boomer is Batman

Conclusive proof that my son is Batman.

Six months in Australia and the little guy is thriving.  He's the cutest bundle of trouble ever, running around like a maniac most of the day.  He loves toy trucks (especially trying to fit ridiculously large objects in their flatbeds), the Wiggles, and grabbing things he's not supposed to (remote controls, I-Phones, Daddy's books) and running off with them, giggling the whole time.  It's hard to leave for work everyday, but a joy to come home and see him.  Life Down Under: so far, so good.