My boy can play.

Jake LOVES to play. He is intensely curious about new images, sounds, and textures.
 
Here he looked at us and said, “Check it out, Mom and Dad. I’m flying a plane. We have liftoff.”

 
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

 
“I love these rings sooo much. I think I’m going to cry.”

 
“Oh, a book. I wuv books.”

 
“Me giant. You tower. I will tear you [...]

I wonder what he’s thinking . . .

“Hi. I’m a boy. What are you? A zebra? I like your stripes, Mr. Zebra. I have stripes, too.”

 

His own bed

I admit it. My son does not sleep in his own bed. I’m ashamed and I’m probably a horrible mother for allowing this to happen, but he sleeps in our bed. GASP! Before I became a parent I swore that this would never happen . . . along with about a million other things that [...]