there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.

It was washing baby day morning. Finn loved to wash the babies at his old school and I started the tradition before Blaise was born to instill some "tenderness" and basic baby care into his little soul. We used to do this a lot but I have noticed that over many months Finn prefers to play with Playmobile and Buzz Lightyear figures over his sweet babies. Then last night after we had to clean the mattress from an accident, we found a small baby doll wedged in the crack and he fell in love again. This morning we collected all the dolls and cats and such and played "baby bath" again and it felt so sweet and good to me. I want Finn to stay like this for as long as humanly possible. I don't want him to turn his nose up at beautiful benevolence. I want his heart to stay sweet and never go catawampus.