I sent Noah in to read books in my bed the other day while I was getting Isaac ready for his nap. I came in to find him quietly turning the pages of Each Peach Pear Plum. I kissed him and told him I would be back to check on him in a minute. I came back to find a quietly snoozing little three year old. I really love the picture below-- his grass stained knees, his relaxed posture, his little body lost in my big bed and his hands holding the book tightly. It's just so him.
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I look at Noah, and see a little boy, but that last picture really reminds me of what he looked like when he was a baby. Those lashes...
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