This makes mommy happy, and gives her a hope that you might love books as much as she.
You ask if your food is going to be hot, as you touch it with your fingers.
You still vacuum incessantly. You have your own little red dirt devil, which you would sleep with if we let you.
You put yourself to sleep. Finally.
You love any toy that makes noise. The more obnoxious the better.
You dance and twirl even when there is not any music.
You scream through every nail clipping, to my horror.
You love hugs.
You understand power cords, and you try to put them in the wall, to my horror.
You love outside.
You greet your daddy everyday at the sliding glass door as he comes up the driveway.
You prefer to feed yourself with a spoon or fork.
You love eating popcorn as we walk through Target.
And the best thing about you is when you get hurt you look to me to comfort you, when you get excited about something you look to me to see if I am excited too, when you try to postpone bedtime you look to me to save you from it, when you ride in the car you look at me through your rear mirror and smile at me the whole car ride.
