The Little Fella

I was reading through old blogs last night — years old. There was a time when I wrote at length and often. I am very glad that I did. Maybe I said all that I had to say back then. Maybe there is no more. These days, with rare exceptions all I do drop a few photos. But they are memories too, I guess.

Speaking of photos and memories, we continue to care for JJ three days a week when sister is off to school. He seems to be becoming my little shadow. Just today, I was ready a little early for Danica's bus, so I just walked up the street on my own. When I turned around, the little fella was running after me for all he was worth.

His napping days are past, but he is required to rest on the bed for about an hour after lunch. He can play and jabber all that he wants, but we enjoy our respite, and we sometimes do nap.Yesterday, he did fall asleep with the toys that I had bought him that morning in his hands. I wasn't going to buy the cars and had him put them back, but then thought, "Why the heck not?"

He also showed up with Hulk Hands on Monday and he was wearing them while waiting for Danica after school. I told him to look tough. He tried, but you can see him not being quite able to suppress a smirk.

The supressed smirk very quickly became a full fledged smile of joy.