This is my boy. This week we gardened. We wrestled. I watched as he pedaled his two-wheeler. When I signed Claire up for school, I imagined that Everett and I would have tons of fun together on our mornings alone. Instead, I was mostly sick and uncomfortable and pregnant for months. I haven't been able to pick him up safely since November. We are both enjoying having mama back.
This is my boy. He has NO attention span for TV or movies, but on a rainy Thursday last week he stood at our kitchen window for close to an hour watching what he considered to be the coolest entertainment around.
Before Ingrid was born, I was nervous that he'd play rough or hurt her. Instead, he is the sweetest version of himself. He has a little voice that he only uses for her. He calls her "Wonderful Ingrid." He says, "Hi sweetgirl." This is my boy.