This is it - he's really not a baby any more. I still treasure his little boy hands that haven't quite lost all their plumpness and his words that are still not quite 'right'. "Loopy-doopy-oh's" are fruit loops. "Murrur" is mirror. He says "sh" instead of "ch" ....like shicken or shange...
His eyes are big and innocent and full of wonder. I love them. His heart is huge. He's the first to ask someone if they're OK. He will always stop and wait for the last in the line and is terribly wounded if he perceives he's been left behind. If someone does stop and wait for him, he marvels and thanks them. It means the world to him.
He's an encourager. "You can do it mommy!" he says when we're hiking up a steep hill and he's sitting in the seat carrier on my bike.
"I love you Mom!" comes out of his mouth almost involuntarily numerous times a day.... he just has to let out what's on his heart. Once the two of us were grocery shopping and he stops and says "I love you, Mom." "I love you, too, honey" I say. And then he says it again, and again, and then he's singing it quietly, and then he's singing it loudly.... it was awesome.
So we celebrated him on Saturday. We went down to the river and set up our picnic. We had presents and cake and played in the river. We played with the ball and with dinosaurs....all his favourite things.
We came home late and then played with the kids on the street until it was even later....he crawled into bed after teeth brushing and requested "Puff the Magic Dragon" as his bed time song and was asleep before the first verse was over. A well-celebrated, partied-out little boy.
I love you, Mav. You're the best boy I could ever hope for. I'm so glad I get to be your mom. Y
