Some things I love about my son…

He brings his stuffed animal into our room in the morning and stands by the bed staring at me while hugging his mr. moose or teddy bear.

When we ask him what he wants for dinner he says, “Um, tofu, beans and rice!” (weirdo)

Every night when they pick me up from work Abel says from the back seat, “Mom, how was your work?”

The other day he said, “I did two great things today! I played outside and peed on the ground!”

He calls the Strong Museum the “national museum of play."

Lately we shout back and forth at bed time at least ten times…”GOOD NIGHT~ I LOVE YOU!”

He told me I needed slippers to “avoid the snow by the door.”

His sideways glance when he says a new word, but isn’t sure of the actual meaning.

He says things like, “Look! It’s a banana poop!” or "I made a '9' out of poop!" The potty layer on his sense of humor is maturing right along with the toilet training.

When I try to get him ready to leave the house he will jump on the couch and fall onto the other side by the wall to hide. I try not to show that it amuses me but I think he gets it.

He gets excited about all the things I like. I remember doing that to my mom. What’s not to love about that? ☺

He likes to cuddle most of the time and now that it is cold most nights he asks if he can sit under the blanket with me on the couch.

Whenever I cook he asks to stir whatever needs to be mixed.

He has a contagious laugh and goofy hair.

He is old enough now to pick a restaurant and it’s usually Red Robin, because of the balloons.

He asked me who Jesus’ daddy was.

When he thinks about something he slowly taps his cheek with his finger and looks truly pensive.