The best Sunday mornings are ones where I’m able to relax a bit while Miles crawls around, exploring the house and finding toys to play with. There are points during these mornings, however, where a parent suddenly realizes things are too quiet. This typically happens in the midst of a protracted period of silence and is followed by a rapid response from the brain — “Oh god, what is he getting into??”
This happened to me this morning as I sat on the couch reading. I jumped up and scanned the living room, then caught Miles out of the corner of my eye. Here’s a surveillance photo:
Miles was sitting quietly in his bedroom with a book. I watched him flip through page after page, scanning the pictures and talking softly to himself as he “read.” And while I watched him, I thought to myself, “This kid…he gets Sunday mornings.”
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