Big Shoes & Mmies

As John would say, I've worked like a rented mule the past three days, so today Noah and I simply enjoyed snuggling, playing, and watching the butterflies outside from the swing. Here are a few snaps from our time together~

This child will go right to sleep when I sit down with him in our rocker~and I love every single tiny quick-fleeting minute of it. Once I've rocked to my hearts content, we get on one of the beds and nap. Today I had to get up to help Jenny's father in law with some of the repair work he's doing for us. When I went back to check up on Noah, he'd stretched out and was snoring quietly~I got a novel I'm reading and crawled into the recliner on the other side. And we whiled away the morning.

These next shots were taken after Jenny and Ian returned from a hard day at school~not really, how hard can school be when you're four and think everyday's a play date. Wait! Sounds like my retirement~So Ian wants pictures of him jumping from the fireplace. This is one of the results~some of them were so fuzzy they looked like ghostly pictures. He loved that and kept running to the camera to check out the shot. Noah, like his mother, has a fetish for shoes. The child loves shoes. And they don't have to be his. For instance, Ian took his off and Noah put them on. Jen and I laughed so many times watching him plug around in those way-too-big shoes. And the child, like his mommy, loves M&M's~which he and Ian both refer to as "mmies". Note his discolored teeth, which led to discolored drool. When Jen was Noah's age, she loved watching Richard Simmons and eating M&M's. Must be an inherited trait. Mmies, that is, not Richard Simmons.

Can you tell I'm in love?