Friday, November 18, 2011

I love how pure a child's smile is. You don't have to wonder what he's really thinking or if it's real. No games. Maybe that's one of the reasons we're supposed to become as little children. Just love and be happy and don't judge and over-analyze. One day I want to grow up and become as a child.

 It is becoming quite difficult to take pictures of my little man. Any time I bust out the camera he has to touch it and ask a million questions (none of which I can actually understand). As adorable as it is, he always stops his current activity (that I was TRYING to get a picture of) to come over and investigate. Perhaps that's his way of letting me know I need to take pictures more often, so the camera isn't a strange object to him any longer.

I took this while on our walk tonight. We walked by a house with kids playing in the backyard and he was doing everything he could to try and get back there with them. He LOVES kids. He loves seeing them, hearing them, playing with them. Any time he even hears a kid's voice, he'll stop what he's doing and look. I never realized how different they sounded than an adult's, but he' got it figured out.