- 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."
Sunday, August 19, 2012
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I just recently discovered this blog and am enjoying it! Thanks so much!
ReplyDeleteHi Jaimie! Are you back in the U.S.?
DeleteSuch sweetness!
ReplyDeleteCherish those moments...
ReplyDeleteSo sweet! He sounds like just a wonderful little guy.
ReplyDeleteLove this. (Now I have to go eat some spinach to make my arms longer...)
ReplyDeleteDude, it totally works!
Delete"Mommy....my Mommy."--the best.
ReplyDeleteso so sweet.
ReplyDeleteAwww, sigh. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
ReplyDeletetears
ReplyDeleteMaking bullet points a legitimate form of literature. Beautiful.
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