Bubbles and Airplanes

Sometimes  life can get complex, busy, and overly serious. What to do? Bubbles. And if that fails, try flying an airplane. It seems to work well for this three-almost-four year old. I think he may have it figured out after all.

Bubbles  and Airplanes via grateful simplicity

His Sassy got him hooked onto bubbles. If I were being honest I would report to you that he is a full-fledged bubble attic. Can you blame him?  Who doesn’t like bubbles on a Saturday morning in PJ’s?

Bubbles  and Airplanes via grateful simplicity

Bubbles  and Airplanes via grateful simplicity

Mr. Robinson bought R his first football last night. Fitting. Raynes asked for a ball recently at a high school football game and I was thrown off when I didn’t have one. At the game or elsewhere. No longer, the boy has an FSU football and I’m pretty sure I heard Mr. Robinson coaching him on how to throw it during what was suppose to be bedtime last night. And so it  goes.

Bubbles  and Airplanes via grateful simplicity

On that note– it’s time to sign off and start the weekend.

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