Brandt's new favorite thing is trains, or "choo-choo"s.
Some days he will carry a train car in each hand for every possible moment of the day. For example, he'll reluctantly set one down to put an arm through his sleeve, seatbelt, or other tight-fitting space. He'll weigh his options and set down the least favorite of the two in order to be able to eat with one hand. He'll let them fall from his grasp while sleeping (recently I went to check on him during his nap and he was asleep against the side of his crib, a four-car train strung out in a neat line beside him). The past few days it seems like the fervor has faded a little, but he's upstairs now playing trains with his brothers, who before this haven't touched them for months.