Sweet dreams

When William and I prayed tonight, he prayed for everyone in the Church and in his family and all of his friends to have a good sleep and not have any bad dreams.

He's got you covered.

I love this picture.

This picture cracks me up. It kind of sums up William and ball sports right now. Just not quite connecting. We're still working on it. I continue to have high hopes that someday he will grow up and beat me in basketball.

He's doing great in gymnastics though. Well, sort of great. He's learning cool tricks, but standing still and not poking people when you're bored waiting in line don't seem to be sinking in as fast as handstands and such. When he's not driving me crazy, he makes me laugh a lot. And smile. And want to take pictures of him. Then he can't smile a normal smile and we cycle back to driving me crazy.

I think there are lots of cycles in parenting. Cycles and ups-and-downs and balancing. Hmm. Parenting is actually a lot like gymnastics.

But maybe I should wait until I have a finished product before I talk too much about my parenting ideas.

Yesterday we were reading a book for school. I've started recording all the books that I read to him. That way, I only ever have to read them once. But yesterday, I'd been reading for a long time and my voice was getting tired, so William stepped in to read for a bit. Before he would start however, he required me to choose the "male voice" option in GarageBand, telling me, "I'm a man, mommy."

Not quite yet. But probably sooner than I'd like. Maybe I should go beat him at basketball while I still can.