Wednesday, November 21, 2012
For an hour after his nap, he was content playing with a tiny bit of play dough and listening to Charling Brown's Thanksgiving on Pandora. Still, at this point in his life I am like a diety who can make all things perfect, like this very real replica of the dog we saw in the park that day... No one else can make a better dog than his mama! Oh the dark day will soon come when he realizes that I indeed have not been blessed with artisitc skill, not one drop!
Nonetheless, I love front porch moments with ender. It is a slow and well pace.