Play with Me!

Mom!  Play with me!

My little boy Jack loves to play.

He still drags around his old shoe lace, and he still sits patiently by my chair in the evening when I'm reading, trying to get my attention.

He is a sweetie pie.

Sometimes the opportunities for play are delivered by the mailman:

We got a package!

... Like when I got my mail order sandals!  (Yes, I know it looks like I got a mail order cat. But that's just Jack playing around!

That mailing pouch was just the right size for my boy.  He thought it was really cool.

New shoes!  This smells veeerrrrry interesting!

Jack... better get out of there, now!

Okay, I'll be good.  I promise.

Do you believe that face can stay out of trouble?  

Me neither.

Have a good weekend everyone!