So Cute

I do wonder sometimes (oftentimes, most times) what John is thinking. Right now he is sitting in the middle of the floor with a box of blocks, a ball in each hand, banging them together and babbling to himself. The box is up-ended, most of the blocks scattered on the floor. He reaches out, hitting one ball against a block. Drops the ball, picks up the block. Smacks it against yet another block on the floor. Puts it in his mouth. Blows raspberries. Just playing on his own, occasionally looking up at me.