A Friday ritual. A single Several photos - no a few words - capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same, link your 'moment' in the comments for all to find & see.
Avi doesn't know who Pooh is. Or Christopher Robin. Or Piglet. We haven't yet read those books to him. We have one pooh bear toy that is called "yellow bear" (even though this kind of thing makes our mothers roll their eyes at us). Honestly we are trying to avoid as many media driven characters as possible in our home. And this day, outside the library - waiting for it to open, was no different. Avi did not meet Pooh, Christopher Robin or Piglet. Instead he met a bear, a boy, and a little pig. He was thrilled to meet them, stroke their backs, look, with curiosity, at whatever they were looking at, and hold hands. He also kissed them all goodbye on our way out.
I love this gentle child.
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This week, I'm also joining
monica with:
Keeping it Real #4
blah:
Avi testing the idea of "pushing"
not understanding the wing ding language my wife speaks
feeling camera envy when seeing a class of 30+ photographers at the farmer's market
noticing my defense mechanisms (about my own self worth) arise while reading the current issue of Taproot
our last hurrah with Tim who is off to new adventures in Seattle.
kidney stones -- still
yay:
"Avi (down)stairs do it myself - big boy"
new friendships forming - both grown up and kidlet friends
spontaneous front yard picnics
two quiet hours in the coffee shop in the blogsphere
going to bootcamp every m/w/f at 6 a.m. even when I desperately want to roll over and go back to bed
the two of us dreaming of winnebagos and the open road