A moment

Yesterday I had a few moments with my little boy all to myself. Those moments don't happen nearly often enough.


Alex was playing with a friend and Stefan was running an errand.

It was just Jameson, me, two Popsicles and the big trees that surround our new house.

It only last ten minutes, before we were off and running again---Jameson to play and me to unpack a little more. But it was probably the least chaotic ten minutes I've spent at this house yet.

And looking at these pictures now, when this little boy isn't standing next to his nearly eight (EIGHT!) year old brother... he's not looking like such a little boy anymore. How did that happen?