My Little Turkey

This little Turkey of mine is such a busy little boy. I sat and watched him at the park today. He was chasing after his sisters as well as some other older kids just wanting to be a part of whatever they were doing. He was always at the end of the line of kids running around the playground. He was smiling not only with his mouth (showing off his cute dimple), but even his eyes were smiling. He was so happy and free running around, exploring the toys, raking his fingers through the wood chips (and subsequently throwing the wood chips which made me get up off the park bench and tell him "No Throw."). As he wandered around he would sometimes stomp his feet and hunch up his shoulders like he was marching to an unheard beat. I heard his sisters start a game of "Electric Baby"-- a game they made up at home which involves running from Lucas because he will deliver an electric shock if he touches them. He doesn't understand how the game works, but he is always thrilled to have his sisters' attention. His cheeks turned bright pink after several minutes of running and climbing and sliding. And the best part was that every few minutes he would stop what he was doing, lock eyes with me, and smile or wave. It was as if he was saying, "I still need to know where you are, Mom." I would return this sweet affection with a big smile of my own. I love days like this. Days where I can sit, slow down, enjoy the sunshine and the breeze, and observe my little Turkey because he is growing up so very fast.