what is your favorite thing about the munchkin? i asked.
when i’m holding him and he rests his head on my shoulder and takes a deep breath right before falling asleep. he said.
there are entirely too many favorites. each day is filled with them.
this week it was watching him lay flat on his tummy in the bath for the first time. he sang loudly while his little legs kept busy kicking behind.
it was me growling while i crawl-chased him and now he has the best gravelly growl ever. (even if he unleashes it during sacrament meeting).
it was throwing him all his little socks while i folded the laundry. he likes socks, but this time i saw recognition as he bent forward and touched the sock to his toes.
it was understanding his cute little voice saying thank you.
it was watching him turn anything into a phone and have a conversation.
it was hearing very loud crunching after discovering little whopper on the kitchen floor, feasting on pirate’s booty that he looted from a drawer.
it was laughing so hard each time he pointed to his chest and said proudly dada! despite repeated lessons pointing to each of us and saying the appropriate name.
it was walking into a mall decked out with christmas and seeing him excitedly point to all the lights.
it was having christian work from home today and not being able to keep the baby downstairs. every chance he got he made a break for the office, making it all the way up the stairs, down the hall, and banging on the door repeatedly.
and like it’s been since he was less a little boy and more a little baby – it is dancing. he’s loved everything our turntable has spun. he especially loves a made up beat christian busts out frequently.
it’s in the middle of those living room dance parties that is my very favorite.
i am thankful for a husband who is not a dancer, but becomes one for our little boy.
get lucky by daft punk