What we Were up to Last Fall

Played with oats, cars, and brothers.

 Renovated with little ones afoot.
(And an even littler one in front)

 Washed dishes with naked babies.

 Built things.

 Slept in.

 Hopped on Pop.

 Made cookies. Lots of cookies.

 Forts.

 Pretended to take naps, but only pretended.

Lots of forts.

No baby loves bath time quite like Jude.

I hold his head and he floats in the kitchen sink.

The water laps his baby soft skin, hugs his round tummy and thighs.

He stares at me. I look in his deep, blue eyes.

He doesn't even protest when I lift him out to wrap him in a towel.

This is a ritual that I love.