Ivan and Owen have both been fascinated by seeds and the prospect of growing more apples by planting the little seeds inside them. I don’t know how many times we have begun the process of sprouting seeds only to neglect them and have to begin again.
I have been buying whole grain bread for the boys for some time and recently the brand I like to purchase was not on the shelf. There was another whole grain selection so I got it and to the chagrin of Owen, it was full of whole grains. There were little flakes and seeds that made the bread course and less than desirable in his opinion. Ivan loved it though. I didn’t realize why until I saw him pulling the seeds out of the bread and saving them.
He finally spoke up and told me that he is going to plant these seeds so we can grow a sandwich tree.
I love it.
I have tried to keep up with the fun things the boys do, but it’s impossible to save it all. Sometimes I blog but don’t have pictures, sometimes I have pictures but never have time to write it out. Sometimes they do things that I think are just precious but I don’t think anyone else will understand, so I just try to treasure it in my own mind.
I came across these photos this morning and thought I’d share them here. I’ll save this on his blog as well. It’s nothing that incredible or even all that funny but it says something about Ivan to me and I want it preserved.
I found him napping this way the other day. He often makes a bed for his little kitty or whichever stuffed animal he chooses to sleep with. Usually he’ll wrap them in a blanket or lay them as comfortably as he can on a pillow and then cover them up with a blanket of some kind. This time, he somehow found it comforting, for himself and the kitty I suppose, to let the kitty nap inside his shirt. I never know what the process is that pushes Ivan to do the things he does. There are often strange but ordered piles of toys here and there, that have some meaning or significance to him. He talks very well, but doesn’t always explain himself or express his train of thought well, so sometimes I understand and sometimes his ways remain a mystery. This one seems pretty simple to me.
Because of the cold weather recently there has been talk of snow. Ivan has been eager for the flakes to fall and cannot contain his excitement over the idea. Everywhere we go of late he will ask everyone he makes eye contact with, “When is it gonna snow?”
People usually look at him sort of weird before answering that they don’t know.
I just love his innocence and curiosity.