I wish I'd had a camera with me in the bathroom yesterday morning.
Okay, maybe that needs SOME clarification. I'm all about TMI, but even I have limits.
I was helping my son Dylan get dressed and ready for church. So he went potty (see? TMI!), and I put his clothes on, and we washed hands and brushed teeth. And then, and THEN, he started striking poses in front of the mirror. Smiling at himself, tilting his head from one side to the other, folding his arms all rapper-like, then stretching out his hands palm-up and raising his eyebrows as if to say, "Who, me?" Oh my god, THE CUTENESS. I died.
Where did all this come from? Dylan's always been cute (I may be somewhat biased, but most onlookers seem to agree with me), but this whole PERSONALITY thing he's getting now is cracking me up. Well, most of the time. There is also the ATTITUDE thing that comes with being 3, but since he can't always express himself quite correctly ("You no talk me that, Mommy!"), it's also sort of funny at times. His growing sense of manners ("Bless you, Mommy" and "I want to say sorry") is amazing to me--I know we're teaching him some of it, and he's getting more at daycare, but it's so strange, really, to see that stuff sinking in and coming back out of his mouth, in the appropriate situations. There are connections being made behind that adorable face of his, and watching that learning process as it happens is endlessly entertaining and miraculous.
And then there are the moments of pure melted chocolatey goodness, like when he asks for "snuggles" at bedtime, or when he runs up, jumps in my lap, hugs me and tells me I'm beautiful (this would be a stretching of the truth, but I appreciate the thought).
If I can only have one child, I am so, so glad that I got Dylan. I can't imagine being any happier. (Well, he could sleep in past 6AM on weekends, I guess, but I figure that will be resolved eventually.)
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