He's like 12 now. Ok, not really -- but he's so big and there are moments when I look at him and see him 10 years from now.
He's funny. Like, little boy, "I tooted" and can't stop laughing funny.
He's sweet and so loving, I'm afraid he'll try to hide that side of him more and more as he gets older and I'm going to have a really hard time letting him.
He's particular and driven by routine.
He watches people. Yes, sometimes with his mouth open, just like his Mama.
We still have the same cry. sorry bud.
Dance Parties
Going to the grocery store.
Finding something he really likes and then he incorporates it into his routine (little milks at dinner, a graham cracker in his red, mickey mouse chair before bath time).
Being independent - putting on his own shoes, no matter how long it's taking or if we're in a hurry.
Team Ummi Zoomi on Nick Jr. (a neighbor friend of mine told me about this show a long time ago and how it was like crack for kids, I never understood - but I do now.)
Looking at the pictures on the wall and seeing his big family that loves him so from near and far.
Talking about where everyone lives and is really trying to remember.
M&M's - like, picks them out of the trail mix first kind of loves. Or, will work for M&M's kind of loves.
His Daddy and all the silly games that they play together, especially Tuesday nights when they have some QT for swim lessons.
Leap Frog and London Bridges
Holding hands
Payton and knowing that he's getting bigger to play and laugh with.
Carbs: bagels have been added into the rotation of waffles/pancakes for morning "snacks" on the way to school.
It's funny, I try to remind myself that both Tim and I are the eldest child in our family, first born and all that, and being a new parent and trying every moment out first with that child makes things a bit high on the scale of importance, even when it's really not. I know his need for having things in order, or being particular come from our need for it also.
We have such a special routine with Cameron at night and it makes my heart smile knowing that my sweet almostthreeyearold knows how to do/say the sign of the cross, knows how to say his prayers and knows which songs we sing before we go to bed. The routine itself has turned into one giant prayer that I want to hold on forever. Before I leave his room, we do one bear hug and then he giggles and tells me it's time for lots of kisses as he kisses me on my cheeks, my ears, my nose and my head. The first time he did that I walked into the kitchen shaking my head and then Tim reminded me, "he's not going to do that for very much longer so soak it up now". He's right. This kid that has moments of acting 12 will be 12 before I know it and then these little moments of wonderment will be discussions of Sportscenter or arguments about homework.
So what that he hasn't mastered potty training. Sure the whole process should be something way easier than it is. But, you know what? It'll happen. I can't even begin to think about how long it might take to get him to pee standing up, or outside for that matter, when the time comes.
Mr. Personality, I love you - oh so much - but, we're going to overcome this potty-training thing, and find a way to get a haircut too...in the meantime, is it time for too many kisses yet?
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