Look at me, Mommy!

Max loves to sit in the grass--I think he likes the texture of it between his toes or something. He'll sit in the grass and do nothing but kick his naked little feet around, the grass getting between his tootsies. He does a similar thing in the bath tub--kicking the water around with his feet, his feet moving so fast, it's hysterical.


Anyway, one of the things Max likes to do when he's sitting outside in the grass kicking his feet is pick up bits of grass or leaves and hold it up in the air. He turns around to me and holds it up so that I can see it as if he is wanting approval or something. "Good job!" or "What a smart boy you are!" I say, and he smiles.

I like that.