Just a day

It's fascinating to watch your kids grow and progress, even from day to day. I couldn't have asked for a better day. Grey and I played and played. He was my little shadow. Everywhere I went, he was there. Most of the time playing at my feet. I find so much comfort in having him with me always. I find when he naps for a little longer than normal, I miss him. I do value my alone time, but my time spent with him is so much more important and worthwhile.
Today we played hide-and-go-seek. He hid in the same spot every time. (I think he was trying to throw me off. It didn't work.) Every time I found him he would run and laugh. While looking for me, he walked around the house, talking (in his own language). Sometimes similar to a chant. Very monotone and low. He has the lowest voice for a baby. I hid behind a long curtain I could see through, but he (apparently) couldn't. My feet were poking out the bottom, but he just brushed right passed me. I quietly called his name and he turned around abruptly. I could tell he was a little confused. His eyes focused in on the curtain and then - me. His confusion quickly turned to pure joy as he ripped off the curtain, with a big smile across his little face, and squealed with delight. He had found me! The look on his face when he finally realized it wasn't the curtain talking to him, but mommy, I will never forget. It is burned in my brain. That little game we played may very well have been one of the most treasured moments of my life, this far.
The other day, I rummaged through my parent's storage room in their basement to find an old shelf I could use for Grey's toys and books, finally getting them out of boxes. I found an old particle board shelf that I remember being used for my little brother's collection of hospital machines, growing up. After which I think I may have inherited to use for my troll collection, and who knows what else. And now - my son should be so lucky! Well I pulled it out of my car, into my apartment kitchen and realized the thing possibly hadn't been cleaned since sometime in the early 1990's. So I got a hot rag and some soap and went to work while Grey played beside me. After a minute he became slightly interested in my endeavor and watched me for a bit, then disappeared. He returned with a rag, from which he had pulled out of a drawer he enjoys emptying on occasion. He began to wipe the shelf very intensely. Every now and then he would stop to study my movements carefully, then would resume in the same manner. It was all very serious. What a helper. I'm sure with his help it only took me an extra half-an-hour or so to finish.
Sit tight for a couple pictures I took of him cleaning. I'm too tired tonight to post them.