Be Still

Just stop. Look up. Observe. Be thankful.

A Little Boy & His Train

'Choo-choo' obviously means train. 

Bowtie

This is a week ago. David happily put on his uncle Sergio's old bow tie and had no problem getting his pictures taken and being called handsome multiple times. He started to shy away after I switched to Spanish saying que guapo! Then he quickly wanted it off and that was that. My boy though, you really are a handsome cutie pie. 

12 Hours

8 a.m. | you wake up in a good mood ready to snuggle with a blanket that you ditched all night. 

8 p.m. | you make a bracelet out of foam puzzle pieces and get REALLY excited about the flash on my phone. 

Caaa-rooows

My little babe Dave is huge on cars, as I'm sure that I have mentioned before. He used to be a lot more greedy about sharing his 'caa's' a couple months ago but has slowly learned to have his favorites. Certain cars are completely off limits to others, only he can hold them. He has slept holding onto a specific yellow one countless times and has a grasp on it that makes it hard to believe that he is really asleep. 

Last weekend, I was out in the garage cleaning up a bit and he calmly joined me with a bucket of cars. He began to to ace them down the driveway over and over and continue to laugh each time that they crashed into each other. He's a cutie, I tell'ya. Anyway, he must've gotten over racing them so he began to park them over on my moms car bumper (which is where I found them later that evening) and on her... Grill? Is that what the front of the car is called? 

When I snapped the picture of his cars, he was so proud! I can swear his little chest even popped out. He smiled, I mean smiled smiled! And he clapped and high-fived me for taking the picture. He even looked over at me like 'do you need to take more? That's it?' A proud son I have. And a proud mama I am.