Sometimes It's the Little Things...

I was just watching Rigdon tonight - noticing the fun little things that make me just smile. I love how he tries to run so fast on those short little legs with hardly a bend in the knees and then watching his little bottom follow behind. I love him running up to me and teasing me or kissing me with an open mouth. I love the look in his eyes when he knows he's playing a game on you but trying to be really sneaky about it - he moves his eyes but not his head. I love smelling his stinky, little feet at the end of the day, such a little boy smell. I love his sweet little voice when he says "Pweese?" whenever he wants us to get something for him. I love the softness of his cheeks as I nuzzle my face against his.

(Sigh)....I know that eventually I will forget all of these little things, as much as I promise myself that I won't. I hope when I am in heaven (assuming I actually get there one day) that I will have the capacity to remember all the sweet experiences of this life with perfect clarity. (Since I can't take my photo albums and scrapbooks with me....there's gotta be a way around that one.)

How is it little boys seem to see the benefit of a remote so quickly? He knows how to turn the TV on and off.

Hide and seek, anyone?

I've found Rigdon's stuffed animal all tucked in for the night a few times now. Aubrey says she has seen Rigdon do this, otherwise I might not have believed it.

Rigdon loves looking at books and magazines, although tearing them apart seems to be a whole lot more fun for him.

I do keep my windows clean but it doesn't take long to get dirty when there is always some hands and a mouth all over it.

Somehow he always seems to find the markers.

One night I got after Rigdon for doing something and next thing I know, this is what I see. My little 1 year old had put himself in time out.

This is a face I probably see way too much of - but irresistible at the same time.