My Little Man

James and I were playing with his Moon Sand construction jobsite (note to stressed out parents, Moon Sand is surprisingly therapuetic for the anxious soul as you squeeze and squish the malleable sand through your bare hands you can feel the tension ooze out of your body), when I thought to myself how much I love hanging out with him. He chatters about working on the jobsite, building walls and houses, using the toy jack hammer ("Jack, Jack, Jack..." as he pummels the dirt), and buries each of the toys. I love gazing at his profile. Was just thinking he's my little man now but I know someday he won't be. Lucky to have him now.