Black And White Moments

Its not very often, anymore, that I get to spend very much time alone- just Me and my Charlie.

After Big Sister went to bed this evening, Christopher brought a freshly bathed little man down to me, said goodbye to us both, and then headed off to work.

I sat down on the floor beside him, camera in hand.

Doesn't he look so different, so grown up, with his new haircut?
What happened to my little baby boy?
Who is this toddler?
Who is this big boy?



He watched his Daddy's every move. From the driveway, as far down the street as his eyes would follow- until the cycle disappeared in the distance.



"Cycle, cycllllllllle", he called out. Over and over again, until I repeated it back to him.

"Yes, Daddy went back to worky on his cycle", I verified.



Well what do we do now, Mom?
...I guess we've always got my firetruck.



Or, we could snuggle.

And snuggle, and snuggle, and snuggle.

But, soon snuggling with Mama just wasn't enough. Soon he needed all of his closest friends.

Puppy dog, and binky, and Lovey...



By that time- he was done.

Up the stairs we go. Time for bed.

And even though we only had half an hour of alone time with each other tonight, little man, its more than we usually get, and I will forever treasure these black and white moments...

(never a) Wordless Wednesday: The Great Bubby Powder Battle

(I was sitting here, just minding my own business, typing away on the keyboard, when ..."whats that I smell? ...It smells like bubby powder", but- *looks around the empty room* "the kids are upstairs playing, Christopher is in the kitchen cooking eggs- I must be just imagining it".)

(Right. Imagining it.)

(...)

(And when I get upstairs, what do I find??)



(Their weapon of choice.)



(A whole lotta "ummm, but Charlie!"'s and "but, but- pooh bear!"'s.)



(One of the wounded soldiers, with temporary freshly scented battle scars.)

(And a Daddy doing a bad job at hiding his laughter over their poorly described explanations of the war.)



(Footprints, forever sculpted in the aftermath.)



(An abandoned vehicle. It never saw the storm coming.)



(Man down! Man down!)

(Looks like they got him in the leg.)

(These kids sure don't mess around. They make their enemies suffer.)



(Fallen stars and the brave toys who fought beside them.)



(The destruction of the deadly powder cloud traveled far and wide. Its rains reaching all the way to the diaper wipe village in way out in closet land.)



(Just barely dusting the outskirts of the fingernail polish forest.)



(Eventually taking over the east wing of the Celebration Castle at the top of Mt. Entertainment Center in Pony Ville.)

(It was a sad day, for all of the upstairs dwellers.)

(Shall we take another look at the weapons?)



(Oh the chaos, that your kind caused.)

(And now- a moment of silence...)




(You may have won the epic bubby powder battle this time, children.)

(But there is always a next time. And next time- you might not be so lucky.)
(Whatever that means.)