Revelry Reverie

Yesterday Grant opted to forego naps (against my strenuous opposition), and then late in the afternoon he fell asleep on me. After a 20 min power nap, we took some selfies. He has also decided not to nap today and unsurprisingly, I am the one exhausted.

When my hair is snow white at 37, you’ll know why.

Grant is home sick today, and he’s getting all the cuddles.

He was in the middle of dancing the other day when the music stopped.

Really, is it any wonder he gets away with everything? And wow, he really loves that bucket. And he’s wearing his 6-year-old brother’s shirt.

Grant, aggressively reframing the narrative around how we use nose bulbs. I deeply disappointed him later for using it on his nose later.

I like to paint, and I’ve always deeply admired horticultural prints, with their detailed, delicate compositions. I also quite like working on a small scale – a tiny painting is easy to manage, and I love the idea that the smallest touch of the brush can change an entire image, bringing out depth or a…

No, never, what could be annoying about this? 🙄