Wednesday, November 6, 2013

He builds

these tracks. Using every bit of track that he can find.

Long, winding. Long stretches with tunnels.  Things that don't connect. Leading nowhere. And everywhere.

Singing happy little nothing tunes as he works. 

Happy just to build a place for his beloved trains. Unaffected by broken bits. Just fixing them as he goes. Changing the layout several times a day.

Just happy. Happy to live in the world of trains. In his sweet imagination. His very own rail yard in our dining room.


he colors an "ot-agon" from his class earlier today. His "homework".

Tonight he is a little sick. A little flushed. Talking with that sweet little stuffed up nose.

Tonight he wanted to take his flashlight outside and shine it in the sky to make a moon. When it didn't work, he made all sorts of fun shadows on the porch instead.

Tonight he wanted to run through the grass in his bare feet and find lightning bugs. When I told him they were sleeping, he wanted to make loud noises to wake them up.

Tonight he practiced writing his name. D H L D H 7.

Tonight he made me smile till my cheeks hurt and melted my heart.