Can't he stay just so for a while longer?
He's infatuated with denim, and is only able to sleep if clutching a pair of pants. When he starts to get a bit whiny, we hand him a pair of jeans and he curls up with them, sucking his thumb. Sometimes on laundry day I'll note the disappearance of the bottom half of our family's wardrobe. I go to his bed and turn down the covers to find a nest made entirely of hoarded pants.
Lately he calls himself "astro boy" and warns me that he has machine guns in his bum cheeks.
Each night he asks for a "BIG-GIANT-HUG-anna-BIG-GIANT-KISS" from both daddy and me.
He dissects the world around him with unparalleled enthusiasm, dragging his feet on our walks in the most likable way. He says a cheery hello to every person he sees.
I can't stand the thought of letting him grow, though I really have no say in the matter.
Sigh.
And breath in every, fleeting moment of this season.
Lately he calls himself "astro boy" and warns me that he has machine guns in his bum cheeks.
Each night he asks for a "BIG-GIANT-HUG-anna-BIG-GIANT-KISS" from both daddy and me.
He dissects the world around him with unparalleled enthusiasm, dragging his feet on our walks in the most likable way. He says a cheery hello to every person he sees.
I can't stand the thought of letting him grow, though I really have no say in the matter.
Sigh.
And breath in every, fleeting moment of this season.
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