Davy Baby

Look at this face and take a guess who runs the show around here.

A couple of mornings ago, after reading a particular book about a half dozen times, David asked me to leave the kitchen (where I was making bread), and read it to him again. I calmly explained (showing my sticky hands) that I couldn't, but that he might go read it to himself.

I congratulated myself, when instead of crying because he wanted me to read it (he is only two and is wont tantrum on occasion), he quietly left the kitchen to read his book.

I kept kneading. 

Then, out of the blue, in strides David chiming, "Mommy is lucky boy! Mommy is lucky boy!"

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I look down to see the book and he says, "David sharing with mommy," and then with a triumphant smile and a plop of the book on the counter, "Read it!"

Well. I did.

His "cute" face

Mountains. Climbed.

The reason we went to Ireland, right?

Wishing... that he'd see a donkey

He conducted himself very well at the party

David takes himself seriously when he has a bucket on his head

Typical morning. Books, flashlight, hut.

Where he spends a lot of time.
Our car. It's a one-seater.

Facing big things

He loves his grandpas

Puddles are Perfect.

Some say that the wise men came on camels. But maybe they didn't!

Merry Christmas 

And Happy New Year