Good Friday

Yesterday was certainly a GOOD Friday, on Good Friday. Actually it was great. We went on a long jog to the beach where he took his afternoon nap stretched out, lulled by the sound of waves, with the fresh ocean air wafting across his face. The only thing missing was a milk cocktail with an umbrella and a Tommy Bahama onsie.

We had our first moment with a book yesterday adternoon where I felt like he was really listening to the story, and watching the pictures on the pages. It was the tale of the "Three Little Pigs".

I stretched the fantastical play blanket that GiGi (my grandmother) crocheted herself onto the floor of his nursery and we sat there for a long time playing and reading.

I am blessed (spoiled) to have such a mellow, happy, boy. Rarely does he cry and when he does, it's usually for good reason. :)