I love how you look for me first thing in the morning. How your forehead wrinkles when you look up at me with your sleepy eyes, how you reach for my face, touch my nose, my eyelashes, as if you're telling me, "Good morning".
I love how you point at things. You raise your arm up and stick your little finger out. Sometimes you make a noise as if you're telling whoever you're pointing at, "Hi". And I swear, you'd sit with a toy and point at the screws holding it together or the eyes on a stuffed animal for hours. You pay close attention to the details.
I could watch you play with your toys all day. Your sweet little voice as you jabber away to your dolls and books, and that look of concentration on your face as you carefully choose which toy to play with next. You take your time and sit so sweetly with your things. Sometimes I sit with you while you play and you'l
You crawled on your hands and knees for the first time the other day and you're starting to get faster and better at it. You pull up on my legs, on your toys, the bed.. anything really. You're in between independence and still needing me to get you around, which I love. I'm savoring every minute of you needing me because I know it won't be long before you'll be walking on your own and climbing on things without me.
I love how you still let daddy rock you to sleep and how you rest your head against his chest while he sways you. He puts on Avett Brothers, The Bahamas or The Civil Wars and within minutes, you're out. You've also been letting me hold you in my lap while I nurse you lately and I'm absolutely loving that. I smell your head and hold your little body so close. Sometimes you drift off to sleep and I don't dare move. Instead, I watch your lips move while you sleep, as if you're still nursing and I listen to your breathing. I love to watch you sleep.
I love your white hair and how your now EIGHT teeth stick out when you smile. You make this funny hissing noise now too and it cracks me up. You clap and wave, you say mama and dada, you blow raspberries. You really aren't the biggest fan of solid food but you love drinking from cups. You discovered the ice in your daddy's cup the other day and would dig for it and grab it. It made us laugh so much.
You rub your eyes when you're sleepy. You squeal and laugh when you realize you're about to get a bath. You splash and laugh and crawl around in the tub. You laugh at your reflection and love to yell in rooms that echo. You still stare at fans and lights and reach for anything shiny.
You love riding in shopping carts and going to the store. You look at everything and everyone. Strangers always say, "Look at those eyes!"
You've been so lovey and sweet lately, too. You lay your head on the chest of whoever is holding you, which instantly melts them. You hug me. You crawl so fast to daddy when he gets home.
You're my thinker. My poet. My philosopher. You take your time with everything you do.
I love putting you in white, even though it's not practical AT ALL for a baby. I love your belly button. And your pointy chin- even though, I'm certain you'll hate it, because I hate mine. I hope you don't hate it.
You're the sweetest, purest, most innocent soul I have ever met. I just pray that your daddy and I can continue to raise you to be the sweet, gentle boy you are.