That, night as I watched Liam playing in the puddles forming outside our house, I realized I don't write enough about the things I love about this age.
+He LOVES doing laundry. The minute he hears me open the washing machine or the dryer, he's by my side waiting to put the wet clothes into the dryer.
+He says thank you. A lot. Sometimes he even tells himself "thank you."
+He says bless you. Sometimes (most of the time) he tells himself "bless you" when he sneezes.
+He tells me "good job" when I turn the lights off.
+He's started to have an imagination. He climbs into my laundry basket and shouts, "It's a boat!"
+When I tell him I love him, he smacks his lips for a kiss.
+He loves being outside and has become quite the workout buddy. When all I want to do is sit on the couch, he drags his stroller into the living room, climbs inside, and says, "Bye, bye, Mommy."
I'm a pretty lucky Mama, for sure.