Fortunately, someone got my back … or his front.
His face is a glimpse into a moment in time: food, scabs, bruises, glitter …
Trying to look “normal”.
Or not.
Perhaps practicing his letter of the week from preschool?
I really don’t ask anymore: just nod and accept, just nod and accept.
Either someone has a healthy self esteem or is the overlooked middle child: not only taking self-portraits, but also pictures of himself.
Maybe the lack of pictures is do to all the activities we’ve been doing. What they are, I can’t remember: but we’ve got some tuckered-out little people around here (sleeping next to “the awesomest book, Mom!” It’s given the thumbs up by George Lucas: obviously an important literary contribution to this generation).
Like Mama at this age, like Daughter.
Post-nap activity: snuggles.
And smiles.
And demands for “when will the pizza be reaaaaaaaaddddddddddyyyyyyyy?!!!!!!!” We know how to party on a Friday night.