I got home from work late tonight after our Book Fair Family Night. For a complicated set of reasons, we had to move the whole book fair from one room to the cafeteria for the evening event and then back to the original location. About 18 teachers were there to help after school and again at 7:30 p.m. It was fun to work as a team, but after a full day of work, this old grandma is pretty tired.
At 9:30 p.m. I heard my phone ding. A text from my daughter with a picture of her new haircut. Smiles. Then, ding again! This time, a few pictures of Maggie. More smiles.
Ding! This time, pictures of Johnny. He’s nearly a year old and has recently become mobile. I laughed when I saw these. It took me back to 1978 when my firstborn’s favorite pastime was climbing into whatever he could and unloading bookshelves. Over and over he would pull everything out. I would put it all back.
Johnny has been a nearly perfect baby. He eats well, sleeps well, and is generally all smiles. And he’s so squishy. Maybe it’s time for a little mischief with all that sweetness.