Usually, when my back is turned, Aaron gets up to all sorts of mischief. He does that even when my back isn't turned so you can imagine what happens when I do have to turn around.
I've blogged before about our morning ritual of checking on my plants and just pottering around the garden. Sometimes, I run into the house to get stuff and when I return, he's usually digging too near my plants or drowning them with too much water. Or worse (remember the rock licking?).
What I normally do is yell out random instructions to him for the few seconds that I can't see him.
"Go look out the gate. There's a dog there."
"Don't pour too much water."
"Wear your shoes."
We had a couple of ripe guava this morning and I took them into the house after plucking them off the tree. Imagine my surprise when I came back out again to see this:
He was there muttering to himself and "reading" with his index finger following all the words. He was really concentrating and seemed lost in the paper. I immediately had one of those magical motherhood moments. All at once, I felt surprised, proud and amused. Its funny how something so trivial, and inconsequential to everybody else, brought so much joy to me.
And then he saw me and the moment vanished. At least I managed to get one photo :)