We have been accepting donations on behalf of a marine that works with my husband. She is opening her home and becoming a foster parent. So many of our generous neighbors have donated lots of wonderful toys and clothes to help her out. However every box of toys that has came through the house has not failed to be carfeully analyzed by my own children. Yestreday a friend brought some toys by. I hid them, or so I thought, in the laundry room. Yesterday during nap time Zion walked out of his room to show me something he had made. Apparently on his way to nap time he stopped by the laundry room and grabbed a toy from the box I hid. At first I was upset that he disobeyed me and, behind my back, grabbed a toy from the box I asked them to leave alone. I had every intention of disciplining him but he started to explain the picture he drew. He said, "Mommy look! Its Julie and her friend!" My heart melt...these are Zions first drawings of little people and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world so I had to take a picture before confiscating the toy and sending him back to bed.
Just to add Zion does have a doddle pad of his own...but everyone elses toys are always more exciting. We all know how that goes.
