Monday, January 23, 2012

Playing house

This weekend, Truman asked me to play "baby."

I was hoping he wanted to "play house" but he actually wanted me to wrap him in a blanket while he did this really irritating pretend cry. Which was very sweet and funny and it kept his attention for quite a while.

When I went to bed that night, I was ecstatic for all the pretend play that lies ahead: Restaurant. Fire station. Explorers. House. I was also a tiny bit sad. There is no denying the fact that this big boy is a boy. Not a baby.

And today we played trains on our make shift train table. I love these days of playing together. This guy is my best little buddy right now.

1 comment:

  1. I know the feeling. It's so amazing to watch the imagination take off but part of you wants to sloooowwww it down. I want to see him! He and Marigold would love to play together!