staying still

Zachary is a compete fidgeter and a fiddler to boot. He never walks in a straight line or takes the shortest route and picks up and prods everything outside and inside that he really shouldn't. Even now I can hear him 'playing' with the thing under the wood burner tapping out a 'message' or so it seems? It tires me out just being around him. So thank you Zachary for resisting all movement urges and staying still for me this morning so I could play with my settings!

While I am on the subject of being tired and for my own record of 'things kids say' - Sienna had a very restless night complaining of feet cramps of all things. However this morning I could hardly be grumpy with her when she whispered to me "you are made of gold and smell of butterflies, Mummy"! Sweetness indeed.