4 year old William

Me and my 8 year old boy.

Ahh!  I used to blog.  Well, imagine that.  Truth be told, I had mostly forgotten about this funny little place.  Up until tonight again for some reason.  I don't know, growing pain stuff, maybe.  Mine.  Anyway, I thought to stop back.  And what a treat to look at these old pictures!  I think I may just start stopping by here and jotting down some thoughts again, for myself, mostly.  And my fellas.  I like the idea of this being a record of sorts for my boys, of our life together.  Our fabulous, beautiful, colorful, sometimes crazy life.  I still love them like it takes my breath away.  Some things never change.

It has been forever since I have posted anything, I don't know if anyone even checks here anymore!  Regardless, I have some things I want to document for the boys, and I figure Noah's birthday today is a good reentry point.  So here he is, my 8 year old boy. 

Monkey see monkey do.  How they care for one another when they are not fighting with one another nearly makes me melt. 

With Daddy in the outfield.  Have I ever mentioned that Peter is helping to coach baseball even though he has never played in his life?  Learning because of love.

Memorial Day Parade.

He does this on his own.  The peanut butter in our sandwich.  Don't go in the road, Will...

William, crouched down by the door staring at something--

Mommy, this ant wants to go outside. It's crawling around all over the place and it's saying "I want to go outside."

Tree decorating, feeding doll

 

 

 

William loves to hang stull of other stuff these days.  It's very funny.  We fins scenes like this ll ofver the house.   He also loves to make webs with yarn.  Sometimes from one of my knitting projects, which is not so fun.  He also enjoyed feeding his new doll, for about 2 minutes, but hey, I take what I can get.