Since I last posted, we moved out of state, bought a fish fry restaurant, and had a baby boy.

To help us find our way though some of these transitions, my sister Eileen visited over the weekend.

On Saturday morning, Eileen took Miles blueberry picking at the farm down the road.

When Miles came rushing home, he was holding a basket of blueberries in his left hand, and a small shiny thing in his right.

“Momma, I have a shiny thing for youuuu,” he said, passing in front of my eyes what looked like part of a snap for a garment.

I thanked him and told him I loved small shiny things.

A few minutes later he rushed into our bedroom where Charlie was sleeping.

I had learned in a college psychology class that sometimes toddlers and preschoolers give inappropriate gifts to their newborn siblings. A salt and pepper shaker was the example the professor gave.

Remembering this, I grabbed my camera.