Fuzz head and the yellow tractor

I have two favorite times of day with Logan. The first is in the morning. He wakes up to eat about 6:30 or 7:00, the house is all quiet, and it’s just us. Mommy and Logan time. After he eats, he burps (this kid can burp like a man) and then just nuzzles his head down on my shoulder for like 10 minutes. It is so sweet. He isn’t a super cuddly baby, so this is pretty special. Normally after he eats he is just full of energy, talking to me, ready to play. But every morning he turns into my little cuddle bug for just a little while.

My second favorite time of day is in the late afternoon/early evening. Connor is usually playing outside, dinner is started, and I typcially check my email and my blogs. Logan sits in the exersaucer and his fuzzheadedness is in full bloom because of the sun shining through the window. I just love this kid’s soft, fuzzy mohawk.

For the life of me, I cannot convince Connor that Derek doesn’t work on a yellow tractor. Even though we regularly go to Derek’s office and Connor see’s where he works, he still thinks he works on a yellow tractor. Cracks me up. Derek has started coming home for dinner and then going back to work. He’s busting his tail to graduate in October. Anyway, last night we watched Derek leave from the window and Connor exclaims “Daddy go to work on a yellow tractor!”. For the 500th time I remind him that, no, daddy in fact does not work on a yellow tractor. But it doesn’t matter. I think in his heart he believes that if he says it enough it will be true. And in the meantime, it’s pretty dang cute.