My little wild man, my little angel...
What a fun age! You are still snuggly and soft, and still spend a lot of time in my arms. The top of your head still smells like a new person. You still have to be rocked and cuddled to sleep.
You will tell anyone that you are
"Mama's baby," unless you happen to be
"Daddy's baby" at that moment...
But you are mischievous, curious, and energetic.
You can scale any mountain to get what you want. You will push the coffee table across the room, to climb up and put a disc ion the Wii, because you want to
"Puppup the cham..."You will get a sippy cup from the dishwasher, the milk and hershey's syrup, and attempt to make yourself some
"cockit noolk", and yes that resulted in disastrous mess...
You will demand
"butter nanniches" and ask to wear your
"pydaman shoes."You have started calling yourself
"Bobo," which Daddy loves because he wanted to call you Beau! he may get his way...
Your favorite song is "Eye of the Tiger."
You still aren't a fan of TV, but if you watch, it has to be Gabba Gabba.
You are in a collecting phase, and carry your treasures around with you. Sometimes in a box or a
"Packpack," sometimes just in your arms- wailing piteously when you drop one. The same way you wail if you have a
"boog" on your finger and I don't take it off fast enough!
And you are obsessed... OBSESSED with keys aka
"Cheeze." That has resulted, more than once, in making us late, or even making us have to stay home because we cannot find where you hid the keys!
You love anything with wheels, of course, and have taken a great interest in
"Wheewers." Not surprising since Daddy and jacob are obsessed with them, and even Punkin rides ones. You love to look at them, point them out in your book... but never ever ride one!
You love to wear anything that doesn't belong to you... shoes, clothes, hats, glasses... if you find it, you wear it. Another source of comedy to fill my days with smiles!
Yes, that is a tiara...
We have discovered a slight fear of heights... kind of. You will climb onto the bunk beds, over the bar above the kitchen sink, dance on the dining room table... but you DO NOT want to be lifted above my waist, and scream and cry if we dare to swing you a teeny bit.
You love to eat. Spicy foods are great, although you will cry "hot" or "hot pepper" as you stuff your face with tears running down your cheeks. You love coffee, and will sneak mine if I am not looking- although you do touch the cup repeatedly to make sure it isn't hot!
"touch... hot... kaka"You are speaking like crazy! We can't believe how much you talk! We laugh and shake our heads over all of the new things that come out of your mouth. It's just amazing!
You can identify
"poopoo" and
"peezpeez," and let me know when you have done one of those things. You also like to climb on the potty, and take your diaper off if it's the slightest bit wet. Nana heard about all of this and quickly delivered some undies and another little potty so we can work on being a big boy!
You like to joke, and have quite the cute little sense of humor. You will pick a fight with Lucy over who mama belongs to, or pretend to bite my toes to get a giggle out of me.
You are joyful, exuberant... a little ball of sunshine. I cannot help but smile and laugh all day with you around, no one can. You light us up. I thank God (and Daddy) every day that you are in my world!
(long video, as usual, the first part is the best...)
I act as if I've never owned a baby before... and I promise I was just as enamored with
"Kunkin" and
"Kukub" when they were bitty... I still am as a matter of fact. But you, my last born child, have the advantage of a mama who knows how fleeting this babyhood is. And so I savor every second, soak it up and record it. All too soon I will be sending you off to kindergarten too...
or THIS cute!
