He makes the greatest faces. He likes to clean. His hugs are divine. He reasons with ironproof logic ("because I want to watch a movie, Mom.") And we have an identical sense of humor.
He is a jumble of all the best parts of me.
An "I Love LP" moment today:
Snuggling together with his 1-year-old scrapbook in my lap, I told background stories of the exotic locales in the pictures - Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, etc. - and he commented that he "wanted to see those places."
"But you already have seen them, silly boy."
"But Mom - I want to go when I have words in my mouth."
I'm still giggling.