To be a child again. . .

With a two year old around, it is hard not to notice the simple, innocent world of children. To Sadie, everyone is a brother, sister, mommy, daddy, grandma, or grandpa. If you are really special she might think you are Jesus (like the lucky guy today stocking yogurt at the grocery store.) Although I love the idea of her always thinking about others as brothers and sisters, it is a little embarrassing to be anywhere in public when she says, "It's grandma!" because let's face it, not everyone likes to be called grandma. . . We'll have to work on her tact.



And I can't resist this picture of my little man as he sits in his swing (but not swinging,) content to just have his little ribboned taggie on his face.