my little swede

The other day I put Elliot in his cozy Hanna Andersson pants, and with his bright blonde hair, I thought he looked a bit Swedish (minus that enviable Scandinavian height). He has a mouth full of teeth, and I am starting to realize that all of the words he is babbling are actually real words. I'm not ready for this boy to be so grown up! I'm just so glad that he's little, and still likes to rock and hug. Otherwise, I think I'd be kind of a mess about it.

Have any fun things planned this weekend? My parents are in town so my kids are hoping for lots of hugs and time with their cousins.

I am hoping for some nice fall weather. I don't think it's going to happen, though. Blast.