The little old man who lives in our building.

This kid is doing something funny every time I turn around lately. He's kind of like an old man. He is happy to be left alone. Just don't take his blanket or his chair or make him change out of pajamas. He can be often found watching the cul de sac, pointing and telling neighborhood kids to get off our lawn, through the window. His hair and eating habits are stellar. Oh, and he whistles. All the time! It's hilarious! 

He's got dinner covered. 

Today, he disappeared while I switched the laundry over. I could hear him singing in the basement for awhile, but that stopped and I thought maybe he'd come upstairs. Nope. Just put himself down for a nap. It was noon. This was such a pleasant blessing, today. Sloane was asleep, too. A nap eclipse! I aborted mission on operation laundry and made myself comfortable in a sunny spot on the sofa and went to sleep for nearly an hour and a half. Thanks for basically raising yourself, Soren. 

We went grocery shopping while the big kids were in piano lessons. He took inventory of everything I purchased, saved half of his popcorn chicken for Reese, and asked why I don't buy cookies and soda like daddy does. 

Aaron, you're busted!