There is always so much to say to you in these ‘dear bubby’ posts. You are incredible. You are so smart. The other day I was trying to being a multi-tasking mama+blogger+crafter+etc and failing miserably. But that happens ALL the time. :)
I was snapping away at these little canvases and you deserted your beloved cookies to come over and ‘help’. Thank you for making my pictures so much more interesting sweet boy. You put your hand on the right one too.
The other day you turned a whopping 20 months. I cringe, once again at the thought of you getting older. I remember holding you as a tiny, tiny baby. At one point- believe it or not- you were this tiny baby. A big preemie, but still small. Now you’re walking, running, stuffing cookies in your cookie monster toy and stealing cell phones any chance you get. You’re too awesome for words.
Just last night you were pretending to be King of the Dirt Mountain. You rocked it too, with dirt on your pants, shirt and stuffed underneath your little fingernails.
I ordered a dozen or so prints of Jenna’s pictures from my friend Carly at Sam’s the other day. You were on cloud nine hundred just being able to walk like a big boy around the store. You are getting a little too heavy to carry (~30lbs). As we were waiting for the pictures to develop, you were catching attention of the passing shoppers. The big ol’ grin you were wearing was ridiculous but so sooo cute.
Recently, your Daddy (God bless his heart) taught you how to kiss yourself in the mirror. It kinda scared me, but I have to admit it was HILAriOUS watching you. You are a complete mess, just like your Daddy. He laughed hysterically, you giggled and I had to laugh.
You don’t know much about it now, but your “New Year’s resolution” was to give up your paci. So far you’ve done pretty awesome. Minus the waking-up-after-naptime-part… even Mommy misses your paci then!
Funny story. Once again I was trying to pull a superwoman and do more than one thing at once. I suddenly heard a noise from the pantry…
I look over at the pantry, which is shut closed. But there are some cookies on the floor near the pantry door.
I open it up, and find you…. standing up with animal crackers sprawled all over the the floor… eating cookies in the dark!
This still makes me laugh.
Wanna know the funniest part? You had cookies. The same exact ones on the table in the living room- a few feet away. I guess they’re just better out of the bag, right?