A little boy, sweet, innocent and pure–and his apple.
No teeth, but just soaking up the sweetness of it. Just that little taste of apple makes him so happy. 326 more words
This afternoon there was peace in the kitchen.
While busy with three recipes on the go, Pheonyx was actually quiet in his highchair, while Kesa played DJ on her keyboard, entertaining Autumn and I while we baked cheesecakes, chopped vegetables for chilli and spooned carrot muffin batter into muffin liners. 278 more words
It is the “sensitivity” that you highlighted that I did not communicate but was my reason for asking this question. I know this sensitivity will continue to develop and I can imagine that one continues to see the world through a different set of eyes within this sensitivity. 997 more words