Little Miss Annie, aka The Monster, will not play with a single toy we buy here. But, if you give her a paper bag she’ll rip it to shreads in five minutes flat.
I often wake up to find Oliver sitting in this exact spot early in the morning. He sits there, waiting oh so patiently. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the sun, even the smallest little sliver of sun. Then he stays there until it’s all gone.