Sunday, August 19, 2012

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Things I never want to forget about you at this age:
  • The way you say, "Daaaaaangerous."
  • The way, instead of asking, "What are you making?" you say, "Make a _______" and we're supposed to fill in the blank.
  • Your acting ability, including your "shocked and indignant" look and your "authoritative and suspicious" look.
  • The way you constantly palpate my arm. There really is no other verb for it. It's like a poorly-aimed breast exam.
  • The way you turn over the first card on the first turn of the memory game and give a little jump and say, "Before?" No, sweetie, it's the first turn, we haven't seen it before.
  • The collection of sentences that you say over and over, like, "Urchin, step on, ouch!" or "Michael Phelps, long arms, lotta spinach!"
  • The way you string those sentences together to create a train of thought: "Today, Diego, what animal? Maybe penguin. Penguin not just Antarctica. Penguin South America. Indian Ocean far away? I can't reach. Michael Phelps can reach. Michael Phelps has long arms!"
  • The way your voice gets soft and babyish when you're sleepy and you say, "Mommy... my mommy."

13 comments:

  1. I just recently discovered this blog and am enjoying it! Thanks so much!

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    1. Hi Jaimie! Are you back in the U.S.?

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  2. So sweet! He sounds like just a wonderful little guy.

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  3. Love this. (Now I have to go eat some spinach to make my arms longer...)

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  4. "Mommy....my Mommy."--the best.

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  5. Awww, sigh. Sweet, sweet, sweet.

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  6. Making bullet points a legitimate form of literature. Beautiful.

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