My-son-is-adorable-post
My darling boy fulfilled a life-long (three years') dream of meeting Thomas the Tank Engine on Wednesday. I missed it as I was in the air between Minneapolis and Montreal (prior to yesterday's terror developments). Despite my pre-motherhood ideals of raising a son who wouldn't scorn playing with a doll or a stuffed animal, the reality of Micah has been non-stop machines, trains in particular, since year one. But I don't mind, as he spends many an evening falling asleep (fighting sleep?) by chatting with Thomas under the covers. I'm smitten, and he's happy...