I love our morning playtime together.
The sun streaming in through the window.
James' concentration.
The vintage blocks.
The clack-clack-clack of the train.
The intent watching of the cat.
Gino trying to stay out of the way.
Gordon's googley eyes.
Togetherness.
The sun streaming in through the window.
James' concentration.
The vintage blocks.
The clack-clack-clack of the train.
The intent watching of the cat.
Gino trying to stay out of the way.
Gordon's googley eyes.
Togetherness.
4 comments:
what a lovely morning.
Sounds almost poetic, Allison. Maybe that is your new calling. You should write childrens books. I giggle thinking there is nothing poetic about playtime at my house!
I agree with Gini about the poetic-ness of that post. Really cute.
And James' fine motor skills are off the charts from what you show here - the glue projects, the towers of blocks... amazing!! :)
Wonderful collage and description!!!
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