The Dood and His Basket

Love him. Love him. Love him.

On Sunday, Matt and I had a four hour house cleaning session. To say that it felt amazing would be an understatement. I never knew cleaning could be so therapeutic. With the chaos and clutter of my tax deadline, I think putting something back in order just felt right. Sunday was a good day. (We will see how long this whole "clean house" thing lasts with our almost two year old).

Anyways, while cleaning, we were going through our closet and pulled out an empty laundry basket. Oh my! I can't tell you how much fun this little boy has had with the basket. Noah has turned it into a race car, a hideout for him and the bunny, a place to store his snacks, a choo choo train, a mountain to climb, and a box to push.  There have been multiple times this week where we go to look for the dood and he will be in the basket, playing with his toys and reading books to his stuffed animals.

Lose the camera mom!

What a privilege it has been to watch this miracle grow in my tummy, come up fully dependent on his mommy and daddy, and turn into an independent, opinionated, sweet, imaginative and sensitive little boy. I sometimes have to pinch myself that Noah is our responsibility and our blessing for the next 18 years. God knew what he was doing when he knit Noah together in my womb despite our five year plan and everything else going on around us. I could not be more thankful for him and Matt. (I'm all mushy- pregnancy hormones- sorry!)

Sweet, sweet boy!

Happy Thursday to all!