+ The butt out, chest out, hands in the air zombie walk that you (and I!) are so proud of.
+ Your tongue out, open mouth approach for a kiss.
+ The way your s’s sound more like spit being forced out of your mouth. But you try so hard to say “yes” and “dance” and “socks.”
+ How you push that dump truck around (backwards) all day long. And my favorite thing is when I find something in the dump (like the farm animal puzzle pieces you were toting around earlier).
+ The excitement you have for your birthday cards. And how badly you wanted to show them to Papa.
+ Those rare but super sweet moments between you and Calvin, when you are being semi-gentile and he is being semi-brave.
+ Your eight-tooth grin.
+ These nights of nursing before bed. I have a feeling they will be coming to an end sooner than I’m ready for.
+ The way you cried when we took the Christmas tree down.
+ How much you love to sit on your Uncle Dylan’s lap.
+ That in every pile of toys, you will find the non-toy item to carry around.
+ The vigor in which you roll around in pillow and blanket piles. You love them.
+ When you point to my eyes. Which really means poking them as hard as you can.
+ How well you fit on my lap when it’s time to read a pre-nap book.
+ The excitement all over your face when you find the book you want me to read. I stop whatever I’m doing whenever I get that face.
+ The way you’ve taken to carrying around the album of Mama + Papa’s engagement pictures. And how happy you are to look through it with me.
+ When you walk into the bathroom, take a bite of toilet paper, and come back out like nothing happened.
+ The way you hold the phone up to your head and squeal “Hiiioooo? Papa?”
+ The moment I lay down on the ground when you come running over for a kiss and then plop your head on my stomach for a cuddle. It’s heaven.