I wish I had the words to describe just how enamored I am with my son.
He is the perfect age and cuteness. Still small enough to be held, carried (barely) and cuddled, but big enough to have a conversation with. And boy enough that 90% of his problems can be solved with snacks, chocolate milk, or a viewing of Cars. If he can't find me in the house, he calls out, "I want you, Mommy!" He smooches me in line at Costco, covers me with blankets on the couch, tells Craig not to use my keys, and constantly amuses me with his growing ability to express himself. ("That wasn't my fault.")
I just really, really love him.
Not every day is an adventure, but there is always something fun to do with him and a million reasons to enjoy him.
This is how we watch Cars. All day. Every day.
Bouts to get mad that I just took his picture.
Taking an extremely flattering photo of me.
Availing himself of the chocolate milk powder whilst Mommy takes a nap
Taking matters onto his own hands when Mommy doesn't
know exactly what "I want a Spiderman face" means
Being the cutest thing ever
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