Boy Sightings

No one who knows me will be surprised when I say that our days are very routine. To an extent they're also very scheduled, there are certain times of day that we do certain things, but for the most part our days are simply routine.

I have certain chores that I do in certain order first thing in the morning. And because they're chores that are almost certainly germy and dirty and nasty I don't want the Boy to partake. Hence, we have obtained a baby-gate and I simply gate him in his room with all of his books and toys and blankets. He plays quite well by himself for an hour, sometimes an hour and half in the morning.

Of course, his room is completely trashed by the time that we eat breakfast, but not having him underfoot while I'm cleaning out the catbox, is worth it.

Anyway, while I'm moving about the apartment and engaged in these various chores, I find myself occasionally creeping up to his door and peeping in on him in there. Most mornings I can hear him in there, banging toys around, throwing balls, chattering to his Monte bear. But when things get quiet, I get curious.

Inevitably, as breakfast time nears, this is what I find as I creep up to his door:

Aside from my adorable child, please note--the blanket that he's sitting on is normally kept folded up in the bottom drawer of his dresser which means he goes looking for it in the morning. Those books live on the bookshelf in front of him, neatly arranged by author and size.

I love this picture. I love creeping up on him when he's quiet and seeing this. I love that given his toys, balls, blocks and Tonkas, he wants to read. He pulls down book after book and turns the pages over. He goes looking for a finds his favorites. I love this kid.