Photo of the Day: One Year, Late

Oh, yes.  Tommy had a birthday.  He was born last winter, just after the Great Ice Storm of 2009.  The roads were hardly cleared for our drive.  Phone lines were down to my dear friend Pat’s house, who was going to stay with the other children for us.  People I hardly knew were keeping warm in our living room because they had no power in theirs.  Yup.  Trying times.  If you missed the tale, you can read all about here, here, here, and here.  It was a long tale.

One year later, my little boy is a sweet and silly little thing.  He’s an agressive kisser and a blower of raspberries on unsuspecting bellies.  His laughter is deep and infectious, a happy reward for kisses under the chin and clean diapers.  (I have no idea why diaper changing makes him laugh.)    He’s very good at waving and I can count on him to be waiting for me at the window when I return from chores.  That happy face on the other side of the glass always makes my day.  Oh, sure, he has his faults.  When he gets hold of a crayon, he colors on the walls.  When left unattended in the living room, he pulls all the books off the shelves.  Splashing in the toilet is a favorite passtime.  We have to keep a close eye on our little troublemaker, but nobody minds.  He really is a sweet boy.