this little boy is learning and growing at a startling, rapid pace. he's filling up and breaking my mama heart constantly. i had a horrible reminder today that this is all so fleeting, and that we are speeding thru his little life, even on the days i am wishing the years away to a magical day when he can make his own breakfast as i sleep in and we won't have to power struggle over things like getting in the car, being nice to the cats, or wiping s*** off his butt. i want to remember my little boy exactly as he is in this phase of life. right now, he...
is adding new words to his vocabulary daily. he loves to tell you a cow says "moo," lightning [mcqueen] says "vroom," and when he says "unootee gooooooo," he's inviting you to race with him.
claps his hands for approval, excitement, and confirmation that what you interpreted for him was correct.
just learned the word no. or rather, "nooooooo." he's even quickly graduated to "uh-uh," which i am guilty of saying quite a lot, but it sounds so adorable in his tiny voice that i much prefer it to the demon toddler "no".
loves to dump things out, whether it's his basket of books, his chalk box all over the rug, or a bowl of berries. but his real love is then picking up every last piece.
he loves to help mama transfer laundry, or pick up his trains and cars upon command and put them in their rightful place. he is the biggest helper, and i do my best to encourage and praise him. doing the footwork now so i won't have to when he's 16, right?
mysteriously learns tasks. just last night, we were winding down for bed together when he picked up my phone and my charger, and attempted to plug it in. i was astounded that he had learned that. i can't think of one instance where he would have seen me do it, which comes as a weighty reminder to me that he is always watching and listening, learning by my unintended example.
puts himself to bed. or, will at least answer an honest "ya" when asked if he is ready to lie down (which he follows up with a demonstration of how much he is in fact not ready for bed). probably my favorite, heart-wrenching trick he has right now. i love to watch him climb down from the couch, cradle his cup, and pick up and drag his blanky across the apartment, straight past his crib, where he ends trying to crawl up into my bed. it is the most precious, innocent, grown-up thing i witness him do. we have never coslept, and i have to move him to his crib before i get into bed hours later, but how can you say no to a show like that?