Hanging Outside

It's that time of year. The time where we simply can't bring ourselves to be indoors unless absolutely necessary. Finally. I know, as someone who practically skipped winter by running away to a tropical island I get little sympathy on the topic, but it's different when you're home. Zach is in his zone.

It makes me so happy to see him skipping along the docks ("No runing on the docks Zach. NO running!"), mucking barefoot along the shore, catching the first waves of grass shrimp and small fish, digging up worms in the green ship, and climbing trees just to sit in their branches and be. We love stretching our creative abilities indoors on a cold, wet day as much as the next person, but in the end, finding ways to make the time pass inside is a real challenge for us. This is who we are.

Outside observing the critters as they scurry to and fro, working on the boat, gliding across the water, swinging free.

He's deicded to eat most of his meals on the swing lately.

And last night he decided to hang out there way past bed time. No problem by me. I could literally feel his bliss as I peeked out through the hatch and he just sat out there in the dark, looking at the stars, slowly swinging in the fresh air, where he needs to be.