I promise that any and all neglect for this blog represents priceless hours spent with you.
Yesterday you grew up a little. I don't know when it happened exactly, but it did. You started looking at me and talking to me in a whole new way. It's as if you realized that you can actually communicate.
For weeks now you've been talking up a storm. There are the words in there that I always recognize...
boo-juice
shoepeez-please of course
tatoooo-thank you, said with the most amazing inflection
hand-usually meaning, take my hand mom and let's walk
hep-help
hooyayyeah
...and many others. And then there are the surrounding words, the stories, the sentences and even songs said with perfect intonation and language patterns, but without the form. I can often tell what you mean, kind of, but most of the time I just laugh and play along and get you to tell me more. I can't get enough of your earnest little talking.
In the last two days, I want to just play with you and listen to you and watch you because you're changing so fast. You are turning into a little boy who knows what he likes and is starting to understand how to ask for it.
Just today I had two different people ask if I like being a mom and all I can say is-- Yes! I was made for it. But I don't know how anyone who got to be your mom could ever feel differently.
