Proof That Being A Mom Is The BEST Thing Ever

Not too many things inspire me this early in the morning to the point of pulling out my camera, taking some pics, uploading them, editing them and popping them up on the blog along with a written post immediately.  But something about the utter levels of cuteness and independence and happiness and satisfaction he had going on struck me.  Clearly these pictures cannot fully do it justice...

Tiny bowl in hand he holds his breakfast and scampers off to settle in to enjoy some Sesame Street with his meal.  Only to return empty bowl in hand asking for a refill.  Pausing to ask for a hug before returning to his perch on the couch.

This is the kind of stuff that makes you forget all about yesterday's cereal box emptied out in the pantry,  thrown cup of applesauce, every toy in sight tossed down the stairs and spoonfuls of spaghetti expertly deflecting just before entering the mouth only to have their contents flung all over the surrounding surfaces.  Totally forgotten...