A few weeks ago I was nursing Aengus when I watched Declan slowly rise to his feet, walk to the "kitchen" side of the downstairs and out of my vision (I should note that we live in a rented town home presently and the bottom floor is one big open space divided by the kitchen counter/bar into kitchen/dining area and living room.). I didn't hear glass breaking, loud banging, knives clanging, a thud or crying so I was not initially concerned ... but then I heard a strange sound I'd never heard before. A swishing sound. Curious, I put the baby in his bassinet and walked over to see what was going on when I saw this...
My funny boy making "Baby Powder Angels".
I guess it speaks volumes about my mothering when my first thought is to grab the camera versus getting the mess cleaned up or, you know, putting clothes on my child!
