Saturday, November 22, 2008
It starts with an eerie silence. I usually find myself wrapped up in NPR as I unload the dishwasher and then realize, I don't know where Mason is. I can't hear him playing. So, I start walking around the house calling, "Where's Mason?"
He responds with a stifled giggle.
Then I spot him. (Though I must say his hiding spots are pretty clever.)