Hide and Seek

Don't mind the little boy hiding behind my skirt.  It's just JJ.  And he's just being a bit shy.

 When Jared feels an overload of attention he tends to find a place to hide.  He's been known to dart away from the dinner table, strait into the curtains when feeling embarrassed.  But occasionally, the most conventient spot is right behind me.  In my skirt.

But I don't mind.  It makes me laugh, and warrants an extra special snuggle.  Lately he sits perfectly on top of baby brother's belly bump. We'll see if there's any room left in 13 weeks.  

If JJ would have marched in the vocabulary parade today, he would have done a great job representing the word "shy."  He wouldn't wear his custom dino costume, and most of the time he preferred the cover of his mother's skirt.  Aaron, on the other hand, was pretty proud of his spiked Megalosaurus get-up.  His classmates were impressed, too.  But I think he probably would have preferred a little less attention from his momma. He kept his eye on me, shooting me a little satisfied smile on occasion.  But he did his best to ignore the fact that I was the only momma snapping pictures like the papparazi.

Boys, oh boys.  One hiding in my skirt.  One hiding from me.  What's a smother mother to do?