Thursday, October 4, 2012

Box

So Grady found a box today, and that means he wanted to sit in the box and be pushed around the house in it. Let face it, pushing a 3-year-old around the house in a box is exhausting back-breaking work. I do it because his little face just absolutely lights up with joy when we do.  I've been thinking about this http://www.huffingtonpost.com/allison-tate/mom-pictures-with-kids_b_1926073.html the last couple of days, and so I decided if I am going to do all this work, I want Grady to be able to look back and know how much I loved him and that we did do fun things together (even if it was only for 15 minutes until I passed out on the couch). So here it is in all of it's out-of-focus and me still in my pj's evidence that I am part of my children's lives.