With Bear quickly approaching the big (terrible) two, I'm more emotional than ever about our growing boy.
Each little habit, quirk, and funny thing he does totally melts Zach and I and we wish time would come to a screeching halt. This age (we've said this about every age thus far) really is so much fun.
I never want to forget...
-The belly laughs. And the sweet snorts that come along with it.
-The squeals. I have a feeling he won't be squealing for joy thirty times a day when he's fifteen, so I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
-The belly laughs. And the sweet snorts that come along with it.
-The squeals. I have a feeling he won't be squealing for joy thirty times a day when he's fifteen, so I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
-The "hiding from you even though you can see me" game. Exhibit A:
-The love for Mickey Mouse. It's so innocent and sweet, and has me planning a Disneyland trip already (not for several years, if you're reading this, Zach).
-The obsession with sidewalk chalk. And writing all over everything in general.
-The bath-time standing, splashing, and bubble blowing. He certainly won't do that when he's fifteen. I hope.
-The love for Mommy and Daddy. I hope this never fades, because it's pretty much the best thing in the world.
-The running-everywhere-excitement. Walking just doesn't get there fast enough!
-The swinging addiction. Bear could swing all day, every day. It's kind of his thing. He points at it and says "Ing!" and there we'll be for the next forty-five minutes.
-The thighs. Not quite as juicy as they used to be but still squeezable.
I want to remember so much more, but it'd take all day to write a post on everything I love about our Little Man. Here's to soaking up the next four months of "one" before I officially have to refer to Bear as a toddler. Is this difficult for anyone else? Or am I just a big baby myself?
Sounds like nap-time just ended and I'm off to the swingset. Happy Thursday, friends!
Sounds like nap-time just ended and I'm off to the swingset. Happy Thursday, friends!