Special Time Boy

Individual special time with each of my kids is precious to me. It never ceases to amaze me how different my offspring is from myself and Jeff. When you get pregnant you think you'll be cloning yourself or your husband but really all you're doing is gestating a unique bundle of joy that will crazy up the home with his/her own style of chaos. Special time gives me time to contemplate and appreciate who we have living with us. Today I spent time with Andy riding on a train.

Andy takes himself seriously. Frowns and the occasional smiles come from deep inside. Someone recently said Andy seems like an old soul in tiny body. His laughs light up my world and he has a hint of a dimple in the right cheek. His huge blue eyes are pools of unfathomable depths. He's a man of few words with a strange habit of peeing on the baseboards instead of into the toilet bowl. He likes holding hands, snuggles, TV, junk food, and is a roommate in the master bedroom (on an air mattress). It's actually amusing to have him sleep in the room with us. He yells out in his sleep. Usually it's, "Nicky stop!" or "Nicky, that's mine!" This morning he woke up briefly and said a prayer and went back to sleep. I wonder how long the little air mattress will stay on the floor by our bed. High school? College? The night before he leaves for the MTC? Something tells me it won't be there for long enough. He's precious to me in every way. I know at 3 1/2 he probably won't remember our special time at the Sacramento Train Museum. I always will and I'm thankful that we got to spend the day together.

Christian got to come too. Yeah!

Who knew there was also a golden bridge in Sacramento.

Though this is a special time post on Andy, I caught this picture while Jeff was in the kitchen with Christian. You can never have enough smiling men in your life!