Quiet + calm days on the farm.

My sweet, sweet little boy.

In the midst of my 2.0-induced-nesting-like-a-madwoman, Thomas always brings things back to what's important.  I made a batch of tasty delicious lemon blueberry muffins (only a dozen, since the Wee Ski had single-handedly eaten 2 cups of blueberries ALL ON HIS OWN on Tuesday and left me with just a cup left) for breakfast.  We each had one for breakfast before Jonathan left the house for the office, and saved the rest to give away and for later.

A few hours later, I was folding clothes in the bedroom when I looked down and saw that he was carrying the entire container of muffins.

"Peeze?"

So we took a muffin break. 

And there's nothing better than looking at this sweet little face who is thrilled to pieces that he gets to eat it all by himself.