What can I say - age 6 has started out with a bang for my beautiful little boy. While other mothers of 6 year olds are buying Star Wars toys, Legos and going to Little League or local soccer games, we are attending therapy sessions, working on bike riding still, and making sure our little ball of fire has not created an unalterable mess in his general whirlwind curiosity. Zach has begun to once again get into mischievous trouble here at home. Here he is covered in powdered sugar, as was erroneously left out on the kitchen counter to make a carrot cake for his dear father's birthday. I left just for a moment, a mere lapse of time needed to empty one's bladder. I noticed the eery silence with then sudden erruption of hooping it up. As I walked in warily to the kitchen, there I discovered my dear boy enjoying his own little snow globe. I quick grabbed the camera and snapped away. After taking a few shots, I realized I had witnessed this once before, with his sister, in a near negative image - the powder was brown as in cocoa, and the dog licking up the powder was black, as in Buddy. In both circumstances, you know who had to clean the darned mess up and was smart enough to take pictures to remind herself why she deserves a night out with her husband.
