Joyful Noises times six!: Mowing the lawn

My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Monday, October 4, 2010

Mowing the lawn

Simon LOVES to help his dad mow the lawn!

This morning I was changing his diaper, when all of a sudden his little ears perked up. He heard the sound of the lawn mower outside. “Daddy!” He yelled.

As soon as I got his pants on he went running for the front door. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

What a lucky boy to have a daddy that lets him “help.”