Owen wanted to play with Mommy for 15 minutes before going to bed. He raked up the backyard without complaint so neither of us would step in dog poop. Yay Owen!
He got out the beach ball and the goal to get points was to get the ball to drop in the other's territory untouched. Owen would laugh just as much when I got excited about the ball dropping on his side as when I'd show horror and dismay over the ball landing on my side.
We had so much fun together.
Owen doesn't look seven, or even almost eight to me. At least not in this picture. This reminds me of his three or four year old face with big, sweet cheeks.
Did you notice the silly band around his neck? This boy is all about silly bandz. And kicking balls.
When I told him time was up and we needed to go inside to get ready for bed, he went in smiling. With no complaining. It is in his behavior that I see our boy growing up. It is in his willingness to help and to listen. This boy makes us so proud.
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