i said it at four weeks, when he cried less and smiled more. i said it at two months when i was in so in love with his newborn preciousness. i said it at four months when he was sitting in his bumbo eating solid foods. i said it at six months when he was a chubby monkey with the beginnings of some crazy hair. i said it at eight months when he was trying to sign, talk, crawl and walk. i said it at ten months when he was more entertaining than just about anything. i said it at a year as when he officially became a little man.
and i've said it many times since.
i said it today. my little 19 month old.
this is my favorite age.
his massive smile that lights up his whole face and his mouthful of teeth. his curly little ringlets. his wobbly walk and the way he runs everywhere, kicking his knees high up in the air.
the way he kisses anything and everything for no reason, making the long, drawn out ummm-mah sound. the conversations he has with us in jibberish. his cute little voice that now utters words.
the way he "reads" his books and sings along to songs. and how he is sometimes so quick to say please and thank you (cheese and tink tu).
the way he's the first one to come running with outstretched arms when anyone is crying.
his sweetness, his stubbornness, his sensitivies.
the way he says "i love mama" so shyly and sweetly, like he knows he's going to be bombarded with kisses right after.
the way, when i ask him to smile, he gives me the cheesiest, most fake little grin.
he's not always easy. he throws tantrums. he's so particular about so many things. he can be a little dramatic. he doesn't always listen.
but he is without a doubt the most compassionate, most hilarious little man with the best smile, cutest little voice and sweetest laugh that i've ever heard. he is my sunshine.
watching him grow and change, and watching us evolve right along with him .. the good times and bad, no matter what the day ....
it all has been my favorite.
and i've said it many times since.
i said it today. my little 19 month old.
this is my favorite age.
his massive smile that lights up his whole face and his mouthful of teeth. his curly little ringlets. his wobbly walk and the way he runs everywhere, kicking his knees high up in the air.
the way he kisses anything and everything for no reason, making the long, drawn out ummm-mah sound. the conversations he has with us in jibberish. his cute little voice that now utters words.
the way he "reads" his books and sings along to songs. and how he is sometimes so quick to say please and thank you (cheese and tink tu).
the way he's the first one to come running with outstretched arms when anyone is crying.
his sweetness, his stubbornness, his sensitivies.
the way he says "i love mama" so shyly and sweetly, like he knows he's going to be bombarded with kisses right after.
the way, when i ask him to smile, he gives me the cheesiest, most fake little grin.
he's not always easy. he throws tantrums. he's so particular about so many things. he can be a little dramatic. he doesn't always listen.
but he is without a doubt the most compassionate, most hilarious little man with the best smile, cutest little voice and sweetest laugh that i've ever heard. he is my sunshine.
watching him grow and change, and watching us evolve right along with him .. the good times and bad, no matter what the day ....
it all has been my favorite.
*photos courtesy of jocelyn k brown photography
Love this post and love Caleb B!!
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