bored?

two weeks down. my friends always ask me "don't you get bored?" and i'm always so surprised. because bored is the last thing i am. how can i possibly get bored with these two?!

monkey. everyday we sing the same songs. we read the same books. or should i say...i sing the same songs. i read the same books. i tell the same stories. everyday. the same things. i do. until a few days ago. you sang. you gave us a little unprompted concert. you sang. out loud and clear. three little songs that i sing to you. completely. it was wonderful. and all i could think was wow. he does listen. he does understand. he's a genius. he's mine. 

mucus. discovering new things all the time. re-discovering things. you sit on the floor. a book on your lap. upside down. babbling away. pointing at the pictures. laughing to yourself. giggling. wiggling your toes. whoa, what are those? you lift the book up. you lift up your foot. you wiggle your toes again. you laugh.

bored? no. how can i be? i learn with them. i teach them. i laugh. with them. and at them. and i play. we play. we paint. we sing and dance. and we're enjoying the summer. filling the days at the park. swinging away. i'm definitely not bored. yet.