Small Bits

Several times throughout the day, I think, "Oh man, I'm never gonna forget that," and then by the time I go to jot it down, the memory has vanished. You do so many awesomely funny things, and I'm constantly so amazed by your growth, language and memory that I guess it's impossible to hold on to them all. But I want to remember that...

I love to listen to you eat. That's weird, right? But you have the sweetest little smack, and the shear volume of food you can fit in your mouth is unbelievably impressive.

Your singing, O.M.G. Your singing. You sing everywhere and anywhere and all the time, and I love it. You sang, "Happy Birthday" to me almost through our entire shopping trip yesterday. "Old MacDonald" is another classic favorite, and you sing it oh so well. You normally get a little caught up on the moo, moo here and moo, moo there. You love the song "Tongue Tied" by GroupLove right now. I came back from Coachella mildly obsessed with them, and now you have to listen to that song when you get in the car. You call it by name and sing right along picking up new words every time we listen. You also love "Kickdrum Heart" and "Boxcar" . The song "Stay with Me" is your go-to sad song, and you love telling everyone who will listen, "This boy is so sad. He say, Stay with me cause his girl's going bye-bye." You're not too enthused by rap music, and sometimes it makes your dad want to cry.

Whenever you see a white-haired, older gentleman you shout, "Hey Grandpa!"

The imagination is running wild right now - a towel becomes a boat and then a racecar and then a bulldozer all in a matter of minutes. You love to pull your dad and me right into whatever world you're living in and get so excited when we start playing along. It's probably my favorite thing about this age right now. It's beautiful to watch your mind at work. True magic.

Our morning walks have turned into your morning rides, and you're getting so quick on your bike that Stan and I are running to keep up with you. You're our own little personal trainer. Stan's not too keen on the quick pace most mornings, but it's just way too fun to see you speeding around the block. You still run everywhere so purposefully and unbelievably quickly, unless there's a baby. Oh baby...

Babies stop you dead in your tracks. It's the most unreal thing. Luckily, all our friends have or are about to have new babies at their houses because you are smitten. Baby Rocky is your very best friend right now, and there's not a day that passes that you don't ask about him or what he's doing. You pretend that your baby doll is him and tote him all around the house - feeding, changing his diaper, and putting him to sleep. It's true love. And babies at the park better watch out. You're on them like glue. Almost obsessively. Someday sweet boy, some day we'll make you a big brother. Hold fast to that baby love until then.

We had a minor (seemed major in the moment, but don't they always?) rough patch this summer, but we're back on track. You make me laugh every single day. Lets never stop.