Pitter, patter...pitter, patter....faster, faster---CRASH. {Insert loud cries here}
My arms are tied, my ears digesting decibels I never thought possible, my eyelids heavy--and yet--despite Van's new recent hobby of hiding our kitchin utensils in the trashcan...
...and discovering the joy of unraveling the toilet paper roll...
I am finding nearly 15 months to be one of my favorite ages yet.
Van is FULL of life and I love trying *trying* to keep up with him.
He started swim lessons over the weekend, enjoyed a girl friend's one year old birthday party, met some neighborhood friends, and managed to squeeze in visits with grandparents.
The black eye has softened quite a bit since his accident but I anticipate more bruises to come. A fine line exists between letting him play and discover things for himself vs. constantly telling him "no"-- Evans and I are doing our best to balance his natural curiousity with our discipline.
I leave you with some deep thoughts with Van at breakfast. Hope you had a great weekend!
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