Highpoint View

(gosh, Jon has a handsome profile.)

Now that Owen is talking we have conversations all the time.  Usually little ones about what he wants me to play or about a book or a puppy we saw out the window.  But sometimes he gets going - usually when he’s on the ‘phone’ with Pop-pop or Hank or Evan.  He starts laughing and talking so fast that the words become a blur of gibberish.  Other times he whispers to me.  Low, quiet secrets that I can barely hear are usually long sentences of made up words.  I’ll whisper a secret back, of course - what good buddy doesn’t return the favor?  We can keep these little exchanges up for a long time - with wide eyes, lots of head nodding and gesturing to drive home the (imaginary) point.