This is my favorite moment:
Now he has grown so much. He's trying to sneak past Daddy and the baby gate- so quiet- intent on breaking into the refrigerator, specifically for cheese. He hears Daddy call him to play and he runs yelling back for him "Dad-dee, Dad-dee?"
He loves to say "MomMomMomMomMomMomMomMom" with accompanying "WhyWhyWhyWhy"'s and "Whass sat?"'s. In sets of 50 per minute. He is my getter-intoer of everything. Nothing is safe and no phone goes uncommandeered for long.
He has a certain run that he saves just for when he's being stinky and on the escape. He also has an impatient little two foot stomp when he's frustrated. He decidedly declares when things are "MINE". Oh how much he's grown.
He was easy baby, he didn't fuss too much. He loved to sit and watch the world. He's spent his toddler-dom making up for that last time. He is such a brave little heart. He battles and wrestles with wild abandon, thinking he's a little warrior.
Yet still, when I'm sitting on the couch, will crawl up behind me, put his little arms around my neck and give me kisses. He will crawl into my lap and cuddle. He falls asleep in my arms as I stroke his hair. He will also pull my shirt up and blow on my belly and laugh at me. He is quite a little character.
Full of mischief, full of wonder, curls in his hair and a smile (usually) on his face. I am so lucky to be his Mommy. If I do nothing great in my life, if I have no great accomplishments, I will have been the Mother to a wonderful child. That's enough.