. Apparently there's a lot of electronic crap in this "power pack", and because of the crack it was getting all kinds of wet. A new one costs over $500, but our guy is trying to find us a used on for half the price.
So.. power packs: screw you.
Also, we took William to the Helmet Doctor this morning and his progress remains excellent! He should have the helmet off before summer, and that's awesome. I don't know if you've ever smelled a sweaty baby head before, but if you ever get the chance... pass. It is a sub-standard olfactory experience. Here are a couple of pictures of the little guy, because I feel like it!
He was so tired in this one. he could barely hold his head up to eat his flavorless mush!
This is technically not a picture of William , but of his favorite toy. He loves the CRAP out of that thing, when he's not hitting himself in the face with it.
I don't remember what we were looking at in this picture, but it probably wasn't very exciting.
Also, in closing, we rocked out:
It turns out the problem with the car was a cracked "power pack", which sounds to me like something the Red Ranger would snap onto his plasma rifle to give it an extra boost, but