Me and my shadow

Poor Jacob. His brother and sister are always taking his toys.

They're not being mean. They just understand the rules better than he does. And the rule in our house is that if someone puts a toy down, you're allowed to ask them if you can play with it. Since Jacob doesn't talk yet, they tend to take his stony silence as a yes. And until he gets big enough, or mobile enough, or vocal enough to defend himself, this trend is sure to continue.

But for most of the morning, as long as he rolls in the right direction on the floor of the living room, Jacob has his shadow to play with. And for a solid 20 minutes this morning, that was all he needed to keep himself entertained.

Try as they may, Abby and Caleb will never be able to take that away from him.