This kid cracks us up constantly with his high pitched voice and insights on life. (When we aren't ready to lose it from how much he picks on his little sister. Those two have the worst rivalry going on.)
His new favorite ways to start a sentence:
- Now wait just a minute. . .
- Actually. . .
He is turning into quite the train engineer and almost daily wants me to take a picture of his handy work to send to someone. At random times he will bring up a certain design with pride.
He is obsessed with Jesus and trying to figure out the secrets of heaven. I am amazed at how much he does internalize from church and things we say.
By far the most endearing quality is how he asks for about 10 signs of affection before bed every night. It started with a snuggle and he has gradually added loves, kiss, hug, sugar, gentle, back scratch, leg rub, Eskimo kiss, bottom tap and bottom pinch to this nightly routine.
Part of me wants this sweet boy to stay this young lover forever. And the other part can't wait for him to grow out of the spitting, hitting, gross, pesky stage in which he is.
Oh the dichotomy of parenting a preschooler.