My little boy is busy. So busy. And I love it.
He loves to hide in tiny places. We play hide-and-seek several times a day. He loves to hide in the pillows on our bed, but every once in a while, he'll pick an unexpected hiding spot. He can't stay quiet while I seek him. He is too busy giggling in anticipation of being discovered and me seeing just how goofy he's being. If he gets a good laugh out of me (which is pretty easy to accomplish), he becomes a broken record. He crawled in and out of our nightstand shelf probably about fifty times, and we laughed heartily every single time. I'm getting really good at my fake laugh for when I see the same routine over and over and over again.
Peter is reading the Happiness Project. He very reads quite intently, hunched over, and with dedication. He carries this particular book with him from room to room. He's probably reading it faster than I am.
Another favorite spot (not for hiding... just hanging out) is the basket by the rocking chair. I have found him chilling in this basket about a dozen times. It cracks me up every time. He seems to have found a place just his size. Sometimes he brings a toy or a book. Sometimes he flips the t.v. on and watches a show from the basket. We are getting him a little chair for Christmas so he can read his books and have snacks in his own little space, but I'm wondering if we should just put a bow on this basket and call it good.
Nothing shakes up the Saturday morning routine like a cardboard box...fort... car...chariot...
... surf board!
I think this kid's a natural. Can't wait to get him out in the waves with his dad.
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