The smile you didn't see
I've started a few blogs in the past, but I really want to start chronicling the adventures of my son and I. I decided to start this first post with a perspective shift. I remember the times I got in trouble as a kid, and there were a few, and my father scolded me. That tone in his voice and the look on his face immediately made me straighten up. Now I find myself using that same voice and expression with my son. Here's what I've noticed. There is a smile, one he doesn't see. When its all I can do to hold back laughter while chastising you for running through the house with thick blankets on your head as you crash into walls and furniture going "ooooooo, I'm a ghost". You didn't see the smile that followed. When you weren't looking at Mommy or I and were just building the most elaborate world in the floor with your legos and leaping great bounds over the trains we had set in the floor and you were so proud of yourself because o...