Stuck on You

At the end of our Target purchase today, the young cashier handed me a sticker and asked,"Would your son like a sticker?"

Truthfully, I almost handed it back. To date, any attempt by me to interest my son in stickers has been met with blank stares and immediate disinterest. "Why waste a sticker?" was my knee jerk reaction.

So glad I took the sticker with a quick thank you.

As we made our way out of the store, I stuck the sticker on the end of his nose. He was a little annoyed so I gestured to him that he should return the favor and put it on me. He did so, and immediately started to laugh. We continued to play our little game all the way to the car.

The game even acted as a welcome distraction from our usual "fight mom as she puts me in the car seat" routine he started to pull last week.

By the time we made it home, the sticker had lost its stick, was smashed at the bottom of his seat and long forgotten. Still, I couldn't help but smile at the fun I'd enjoyed from our simple game.

Nap Time

My son is such a good napper. He takes two really reliable two-hour naps per day. Nap times are my sanity and are what literally allow me to keep my job. On the occasional day nap time is interrupted or cut short, I almost don't know what to do with myself.

I used to know Crew was ready to get up by this little whimpering noise he use to make. I would head to his room and get him out of his crib.

Recently - and I think its his new found ability to hang on to his Binky for the entire nap - I've noticed that if I don't check on him, I don't even know he's awake.

Instead, I walk in to to find him just chillin' in his favorite position. Backside, arm up, with one leg propped on the bars of his crib. As if to say,"Take your time, Mom. It's all good."




Cutest child ever. Um...yeah!