The park. Our neighborhood got a brand-spankin’ new playground this month! Ames could sit in a swing for hours. When I pull him out, he points to another one and signs, “more please!” Meanwhile, the big boys play tag with Christopher, and I try not to worry about potential broken arms.
Our new (to us) Suburban. IN LOVE I TELL YOU. Chris always asks us if we can take it whenever we go anywhere. He’s like a little boy. I don’t blame him. The thing is smooth & tough & amazing.
The way my husband looks. He just keeps getting better & better. It’s not fair, how well men age compared to women. But I’m not complaining right now. He gives me butterflies on the regular.
My son’s facial expressions. He’s got SO MUCH personality. He loves everyone and everything he meets. He dances and hums along to music, and he follows simple commands. He smiles and giggles almost constantly. I’m head over heels.