Summer weekend under the tree

Saturday I was really sick. I napped when you napped and when you woke, we headed out to the quilt on the lawn. I snuck around the tree to capture you sitting out there. You look so grown up, just watching the cars drive by.

You spied me sneaking around the tree and gave me the same look you always do when you see the camera...

That was all a lot of work for my sick self so I laid next to you on the quilt and you played with all your bright, colorful toys.

You got bored of those and wiggled closer for a snuggle.

So I pulled you into my lap and we both examined my black toenails. Your dad loves this color, I worry it makes me look 12.

I was not a very fun mom this weekend. But you did not seem to catch this beast so I am happy. You still laughed and giggled and charmed the hell out of me. I hate Sundays because it means I have to leave you while I go to work.