+ The squinty eye look you give me when you feel like being a little dramatic.
+ How stinking hard it is to change your diaper. Impossible. You better potty train soon.
+ Your little feet scooting blindly backwards off the bed. I especially love it when you are a little further from the edge than you thought.
+ When you come out of your room with a pacifier in your mouth because you left it close enough to the edge of your crib that you’d be able to grab it later.
+ Your little steps! I can’t believe you’re walking. And how cautious you are with your walking.
+ Your fake laugh. And your real laugh. And how much you want to make other people laugh.
+ You, crawling into Harry’s room, and then all of a sudden… the sound of banging on the piano fills the air.
+ Your little words. This, that, yes, ish (please), Mama… I love them.
+ When I take your shoes off and your little ankles turn in circles and your toes stretch.
+ How much you love animals. All is lost when Calvin walks into the room. You can’t crawl to a dog fast enough. You even kiss all the animals in your favorite book (which is your favorite because of the pictures of the animals).
+ Holding your hand while you walk along.
+ The way you look in Harry’s old clothes.
+ Your blonde hair.
+ All four of your little teeth. I miss your gummy smile sometimes, but holy cow are you cute with teeth.
+ The way you love music. I wonder if that will continue throughout life.
+ The way you just want to be one of the boys.
+ How hard it was for me, but how easy it was for you, the first night I wasn’t here to put you to bed.
+ When you get reaaaallllly tired and you rest your sweet little face against mine.
+ Your hands.
+ Oscar Paul, I’m crying writing out this list. This year has gone by all together too fast and I fear that is going to be the way of it with you. You’re independent and stubborn, ready to join in with Harry, whatever he is doing, and I love it. I’m so excited to watch you grow. You are one third of my everything, little boy.