Almost every night for months now, he has insisted on bringing some random object to bed. For a while, it was poker chips, then playing cards, a flashlight, a calculator, an old tv remote, various books, and of course, always, his “lovies.”
Tonight he insisted upon a soccer ball.
I just wanted to post so that I never forget this boy at this moment. The boy who loves to sleep, but wants to bring a piece of each of his days with him to his nightly dreamland.
#JacksonChord #ToddlerLife #April2014
Homemade Bread – Photo by Allison Profeta
It’s difficult to watch someone suffer. I never seem to find the right words, especially when a friend is a long way away. I want to spring into action and get in the car and drive to where I need to be in order to fix things.
But that isn’t a possibility right now.
I listen and oftentimes I cry and we text and message and life keeps moving … and it…
Childhood – Photo by Allison Profeta
This is childhood.
The first warm day after weeks of arctic cold and one (hopefully) last huge snow storm.
Charging from a homemade fort into the bright light of a sunny afternoon.
Toy guns blazing, ready to chase down the bad guys that might be lurking around any nearby corner.
Pumping your little legs as hard as you can in order to keep up with your older…
Today I frolicked in the snow. And by “frolicked” I mean I opened a window that had snow on the outside sill, made a tiny snowman, snapped a pic, then threw the damn thing to its death and pouted. #damnyouwinter #suckit #bringonspring #mytoesarecold