I know it's just because he's learning to talk and not because he's growing up in New England, but I love that Nicholas says "cah" and not "car." He fits right in :)
Speaking of cahs, Mom brought Nicholas one of the ride-on car toys she had back in Batesville. Mom and Dad came out for a visit last week to help Jenn move into her new house. I think Mom should be a professional mover-inner... I can't believe how quickly she went through all those boxes! Whew! Anyway, Nicholas LOVES this little car. He whines to take it with him everywhere he goes. Whenever I say, "Let's go out!" he grabs his car and pushes it to the door, waiting for me to join him. Sometimes I'll indulge him and help him carry it down the stairs and into the car. Other times I have to pry his fingers off of it and haul a kicking screaming child down three flights of stairs to the car. And once in a rare while, I'll actually carry him while he's still ON the car. He tried to take it in the bathtub with him yesterday, and he always tries to bring it onto the changing table with him when I want to change his diaper.
The other day we were headed to Jenn's house, so I let him bring his car. He refused to let go, even while he was in his car seat. He promptly fell asleep, but he was still holding on to the car as if it were a life preserver.

At the next red light, I reached back to move it from his lap to the seat next to him. As soon as he felt the car move, his eyes snapped open and he looked at me as if I were a thief in the night stealing the crown jewels. He screamed as loud as I've ever heard him scream until I let go. Then, after one last contemptuous glare at me, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
I couldn't help but laugh. So, thanks, Mom, for the cah. Nicholas loves it :)