Finding a Moment

Yesterday Larger Child and my Beautiful (not so bald anymore) Husband spent the day out visiting their very first circus.  (I, unfortunately, suffer from a touch of coulrophobia, so I opted to stay home with Smaller Child. Thank you B(nsbn)H for taking him!!)

So, with two of my fellas out for the day, Smaller Child and I decided to not waste the beautiful early spring weather, and we spent the day outside.

First, we went a-slidin'!

climb up

hang on!

let go!

 

weee!

made it.

 Then, after I convinced the "angry troll" in the "house" to let me in, we played inside.

"Welcome to the house!"

"I'm draaaw-ing!" 

"Going to work! (kisses)"

then he gave me an acorn hat.

 After he "left for work", he quickly returned to get me.  I HAD to see the "purple flowers on the tree!" (the redbud is budding)

The two year old attention span is similar to that of a goldfish memory... about two seconds.  So, the amazement over the pretty purple flowers didn't last long.  Then we were on to the trampoline.

he's quite the jumper these days!

but it didn't take long for a belly ache to stop the action.

aaaaaaahhll better!

 We got off the trampoline to play with our trucks.  Then suddenly, he stopped, pointed up, and said "Mom!!! Look! Look up there!!"  I expected to see an airplane or something. So, when I looked and looked and didn't see anything, I asked him what it was.  He said, "The CLOUDS Mom!"

the clouds, indeed darling.

 The sweet moment lasted a nano second before he was off to be a brave knight, chop down trees, chase after "Ya-ya" (the dog) and pick "green flowers" (the henbit in the flower beds).


that's the "knight face"

 I have learned that moments are so very fleeting with little ones. Tender moments are few and far between with a rambunctious little boy like him.  He'd much prefer to throw rocks and dig in the dirt than to cuddle with Mama most of the time, but that's okay. I still try to find the moments, and I have been known to throw a mean rock or two myself... and I can make one heck of a mudpie. I'm just sayin.