Waiting for the mail to come

This morning we all went outside to wait on the mailman. I had lost my keys and someone found them and put them in the slot for outgoing mail so we had to meet the mailman to pick them up. So there's not a lot to do in the front yard, apparently, except to try to see the world from different angles.
In this picture, Owen is trying to figure out what the heck Ashlyn is doing.















In this picture, Owen is trying it out for himself.
















From then on, whenever Owen wanted to sit down against the garage door, he would get into this position, look behing him upside down, and then back up to the door.
















And here Owen is being a real good sharer and giving Max a drink of chocolate milk. We've given up trying to explain to Owen that this is not very sanitary.