Elias has discovered blueberries. He calls them foppees. I don't know why. He also has started calling most things foppees. It's been a little confusing, especially when he's crying for "foppees," and I have no idea what he's asking for. Phew.
Anyway, he and his mother have been eating their weight in foppees and enjoying every minute of it.
Highlight of the weekend: sitting on the rug in Elias' room with he and Jeremy, eating foppees. E feeding them to his daddy, and his daddy reciprocating. I wish I had had my camera, but I'm hoping the sweet image burned into my mind stays with me for a very long time. It was a perfect, perfect ten minutes, in an otherwise pretty great day hanging out together at the Farmer's market and preparing for little brother.
Little brother, indeed. I'm 39 weeks today, and we are expecting this little guy to come very soon. He'll be named Josiah, and I have a feeling (and have had for awhile), that he's just going to slip right on into the family. And why wouldn't he? We have a spot waiting just for him.
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A photo of Jeremy and Elias feeding each other blueberries would have been precious indeed. Sometimes though, I think it's almost better to have some moments just as memories and to have some memories that are ours without having to share. For me anyway, a memory of something often evokes more feeling than looking at a photo of it. Best wishes for your soon-to-be new addition!
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