It is no secret that Noah is a daddy's boy. He adores Adam. And I am glad. I really am even though I thought little boys were supposed to be mommy's boys until they were seven. But really I am glad. Mostly.
Noah and I were cleaning house getting ready for Nana to play with the kids today. Noah set flowers (weeds from the back yard he "rescued" from Adam and the lawn mower) in a vase (or the paint cup from his easel) on the coffee table to make it pretty for Nana. Miller has a very intense attraction to these paint cups. He loves to unscrew the lids. Such waterworks and disappointment ensued that I got out a real vase. Later just before bed I went into my room and next to my resident and revolving car was a vase of flowers. When I told Noah thank you...he said they are pretty just like you..... melting heart. I love cars, Jesus bunnies wrapped in cloth and weeds on my bedside table. And the little boy who puts them there!