With boys, you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane.
Erma Bombeck
I'm not sure hurricane so much as a whirl .... swirling in laughter and comedic chaos, the kind where the drumbeats change at the drop of a hat. This boy flies from one room to the other with an infectious curiosity. In red socks and Mickey Mouse PJs ... little hands, big eyes and a charmers heart.
These are selections from a few hours on a typical morning - with a Mom who follows and gently guides with a magical spontaneity ... an uncanny ability to bob and weave with whatever direction the wind is blowing in the form of little boy. On any given morning - activities and toys and trains and breakfast and just a tiny bit outside. These few here are those that best tell the story of the grandeur of right now. @two.
