So far, today has been
smiles . . . . . .
art (inside and out). it appears i am the proud grandmother of a 2 year old graffiti artist. And with boxcars not being readily available, a 2 year old resourceful graffiti artist . . .
Showing Bubbles (that’s me) all the things he’s learned to do for himself since February . . .
Expressive faces, like what to do when Bubbles says “give me surprise”
and “give me pensive”
Serious talks with Bubbles. Seems Handful did not have a very good day at school today, and when I asked if he’d like to talk about it, he said yes. So I asked him why today wasn’t a very good day, and it seems he had to do way too much 2-people, 3-people, and rug work when what he really prefers is 1-person work. Just like his Bubbles prefers.
And Morning Glories of the blooming variety. i especially love Morning Glories because that was one of the things my mother called me when i was a tot. other nicknames were fruit loop, peanut, and doll. You can’t go wrong with special names like that. Or “Handful” and ‘Sprout”.
And we still have bedtime to look forward to. Baths to be taken. Books to be read. Songs to be sung.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings here in Heaven.