So I'm starting this blog. At first, I couldn't think of the "right" time to start it. I thought of starting on his 2 year birthday, and some other occasions, but all we would miss until then! So I'm starting it today, this random day in June, because there's no time like the present, and I don't want to go one more day without writing about our fondest moments. I will write whenever I can and add the pictures that we take along the way. This is for you my darling boy, I hope it is a treasure trove of happy memories for you.
Yesterday, Sunday, we went to the park at the bottom of our street on Malibu. You like to swing on the swing and eat rocks. I can't take my eyes off of you for one minute because you will grab a fistful and shove them into your mouth. I am constantly sweeping rocks out of your mouth! If you see me coming you will try to shove them in faster or try to swallow them??? Not sure what that's all about.
You LOVE dogs. It was one of the first things you signed, and you always point dogs out to us when we are out. We met a couple with a large dog in their car the other day and he went to nuzzle you and I thought you'd get scared but you giggled and shied away just a bit. I chose dogs as the theme for your big boy room in the new house and you love the pillows already. There are different dogs all over them and you point to them and kiss them too! Lucky doggies!
You also look out for the cat that lives across the street. We can see it from our kitchen window, it usually lounges around on the driveway. We spend lots of time waving to the kitty. We say Meow and try to get you to say it, you always say "Mmmmm." Close!
Lately you like to suck on ice cubes too. You will stand in front of the freezer and ask for one. I guess I gave you one once because I thought it would help your teething. Of course you drop the cube and I take it away because it's dirty, and you'll wail about it!!
You also love to brush your hair. You routinely go into my bathroom and reach for my hairbrush so you can brush your hair.
You are so fiercely independent, you won't even hold my hand when you walk anymore. You shrug it off and charge ahead. You want to do everything yourself!
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