Pretty Confetti

A glimpse of my morning: Walking outside holding Josh (ALWAYS holding Josh - 19 lbs of wriggly chub pivoting on my left hip) I'm watching the sunlight shine through the growing blond fuzz on top of his head. I pick one of the purple-pink flowering weeds near the mailbox and breathe in the fragrance. I put the flower to Josh's nose to see if he will imitate my sniffing. He grabs the bloom with one chubby hand and plucks a handful of blossoms, beautiful confetti on our driveway. Sean comes to the door in blue underwear. "Can I come out, too?" "No. Go get dressed please." "Awww." Josh wants to shred more flowers.