Always be my baby

I realized today as I was talking to my bestie Erin that the updates about Joshua’s goings-on have been slim around here. Mama Fail for that.

Not quite sure what happened there since the title of this blog indicates that I should be talking about mom-ming.

Anyway.

Recently, “gos” have become “gohfees.” (Goldfish for those of you not speaking toddler.)

He says “Nih nih, Mama” after naming the pictures in Goodnight Moon, including but not limited to the door on the doll house, the “booshehhhhhhh” (bookshelf), the giraffe, and the triangle on the back cover.

He loves Spiderman. And Dora. And Diego.

And “baybaw” (basketballs) and “foohbaw” (football) and “raycah” (racecars).

He counts to 10, sometimes skipping from 4 to 8 and then coming back to 5, 6, and 7.

He sings songs. Or parts of them. When he wakes up in the morning, I hear him singing “Hold Stiiiiiiiiiiiill” over the monitor.

He calls himself “Joshie,” so we do too.

Yesterday I caught him dancing. Just a little bit. But he was dancing.

When he sees something that intrigues him in a happy way, his eyebrows raise up a little bit and his mouth forms this little slightly upturned O. I think he’s smizing in a way that Tyra herself can only hope to one day master.

I was holding him for a minute while I got ready this morning and he was playing with my necklace. He dropped it and it fell underneath my hair and he goes digging through my hair saying “Where ih go?” the whole time he was trying to find it.

When he found it he said “Nehnace. Mama nehnace.”

That he associates this necklace with me? Amazing. Truly. In the kind of way that I don’t know if I can adequately put into words.

I am quickly realizing that my child? Is a child. He isn’t a baby anymore. Not even close.

He is full of wonder and curiosity and seeing that fills my heart with joy.

I could try for a million years and never fully express the way I feel when that boy nuzzles his face into my neck and just IS.

I love that boy.

Times infinity plus one million.