+ “Mamamamama” and the way your lips keep moving even when you’re done talking.
+ That hug you give me every time I pick you up from the changing table.
+ Your goofy grin and how your whole mouth opens as wide as can be when you’re happy, which is about 90% of the time.
+ Waking up next to you, our foreheads together.
+ How brave you are when I wash your hair.
+ You eating. You love solids, dude. And the very first time you ever had steak – you sucked on it, chewed it to pieces, and rubbed it all over your face.
+ How happy you are when I come into your room after a nap.
+ The way your whole face lights up when your brother enters the room.
+ How hard you were laughing with Harry when he was “nom noming” you.
+ Your little Irish jig in the exersaucer.
+ Your whispy hairs.
+ These sad yell-cries you do when you’re sick and uncomfortable.
+ The way your body shakes just the slightest bit right when you wake up. Like you’re slowly coming out of a dream.
+ How I know you’re asleep in your crib when you roll over onto your side and tilt your face up.
+ The way you explore right now. You’re very interested in the world around you and love to play with everything within your reach.
+ Your laugh. Oooh, your laugh.
+ The way your head feels on my shoulder when you’re really, really tired (which is about the only time you put it there).
+ Your sweet little smile when I wear you. Everytime you look up into my face you smile like it’s the coolest thing ever that we get to hug while we walk around.
+ Sink baths.
+ The two to three inches of skin popping out of pretty much every pair of pants you own. I swear they fit you just yesterday.
+ Your intense interest in the piano.
+ How your left hand seems to be dominant. I wonder if it’ll stay that way.
+ The months we’ve had as “young baby.” They’re coming to a close and it’s bittersweet to me. I love watching you grow and discover the world around you, but I can’t believe you’re not my tiny little boy anymore. I love you buddy.