Playtime is important to any kid. Indiana is getting to that age when playtime is all the time. Toys fascinate him. Rubber Spatulas fascinate him. Plastic cups fascinate him. Anything shiny... You get the idea. But, happily for me, he will occasionally take a moment to smile up at the camera, or as in this picture, look up at me and yell! He loves to hear the sound of his own voice, and will happily yell at his toys for hours. If I am not sufficiently impressed, he will then yell at me with the look of "hey mom, look over here and see how wonderful I am" upon his face.
Some days are just good days.
Today was one. Today was a day I let the dishes wait to be washed, and instead sat on the floor with Indy and rolled the ball. Today, I let the laundry wait until tomorrow; Instead the neighbor and I took our sons walking in their strollers in the warm fall sun. Today, I made memories with my son that will make me smile for years to come. When I look back on this time in Indy's life, I want to remember these days. It wont be the folding of the laundry that I recall. It will be the pink cheeks on Indy and his friend Ethan in their strollers as they yell back and forth. It will be the laughter of the babies when we blow them kisses.