Little Bits and Pieces

There are some moments I never want to forget:

The way R.J. wakes up in the morning, sleepy eyed in feetie 'jamas. He looks up, blinking, and says, surprised, "Light came on!" And at night, he lifts the shades in the living room, peers out, and says, "Light went out."

That he tried to blow out the Christmas lights like a birthday candle.

That big trucks say, "La, la, la, la, la, pssssshhhhh!"

The way he asks for more: "Mommy, wanna some more?"

The way he asks to be held: "Mommy, wanna hold you!"

The way he flicks at the skin on his wrists when he's nervous.

The way he buries his face in his blankie and chews when he's anxious, and the way he delicately traces blankie along his lips when he's tired.

That he knows all the words to My Favorite Things and sings along even though he has no ide what a brown paper package tied up with strings really is.

That he pretends to drink like Zeus, "slurp, slurp, smack."

Everytime he sees the golden arches, he lets out the battle cry, "Fries!"

When he hears me walk through the door, he runs, screaming and wanting to tell me about his day (and show me his potty chart).

And, even when he's fully engaged in play, he stops and gives me sugar--even when the older boys are watching.