When Louissa writes about autumn evenings at Mom’s house, this is what she means.
When I was a baby, as I’m told, I would hesitate at every little threshold — forget about actual stairs — and take forever to get up the courage to take a step. Jameson, on the other hand, gets a total thrill out of stepping onto this fan he found laying on the ground.
See this hot-shot face? He thinks he’s awesome when he’s up on that fan.
These are for Lore. Okay, and for me, too. They’re shots from a store I happened upon yesterday. I loved a couch in there, and few other things, but mostly, I loved the paint colors. Totally. loved. them.
As we strolled along, what should we happen to see but a wooden duckling, waddling out of a shop, dressed in rain coat, hat, and galoshes.
But wait! Not just one! Look — a whole little family! Who could resist such a brood of ducklings? (Brood? Do ducklings come in broods?)
Jameson loves to give hugs and kisses. His favorite person to kiss is his daddy, and especially when he’s up on Daddy’s shoulders. See?
(Just watch out; those big slobbery kisses can quickly turn into a huge bite out of your cheek!)
This evening we brought Jameson to the playground, where he enjoyed swinging,
eating cedar chips,
and — hey, what’s this?
Oh, right. The new favorite playground activity: watching YouTube:
Jameson has grown in his expressions. Yes, he’s a total ham.
And so I leave you with The Many Faces of Jameson: