Joel, you’re 2 years, 3 months and 23 days old, and, oh my, you are the cutest thing ever. I love your energy, your politeness, your playfulness. I love you so much. I wish I could freeze time right now because I don’t want you to grow up. I think I’m scared that I won’t remember these times, so if you stayed this age then I won’t ever forget.
Do you know you like to take strange things with you to bed? You had a bucket last month you took to bed for a few days. This week you took two toy cars. And a piece of wrapping paper. And books. Whatever you’ve been playing with or seem to enjoy that day.
I never remember Alyssa going to get a diaper and then laying down nicely so I could change her.
Some things I love about you:
I gave you a wipe in the car to wash off your sticky hands. And you threw a fit when I dropped it bringing you into the house. But luckily we had another inside. You’re so silly.
The phrases you know can put me in stitches. “I didn’t do it” or “Lie down!” or the way you say “Olivia”.
And my fears of having a boy are fading as I watch you play with cars. Hopefully the love of cars will be something we can share someday.
The way you “help me up” by lifting my head when I’m lying down.
The way you just hang out in your crib for awhile after waking up instead of wanting out immediately.
The way you’ll not speak a word at Grandma and Grandad’s, but will start yappin’ away once we’re alone in the car.
The hugs you give me.
The hugs you give Lexi. The caring of Lexi when she is injured.
How you’re starting to love reading books.
I love to tossel (sp?) your hair.
Little big guy, I love you.