Emry, November 2014

Just because this age is ridiculous and utterly charming, frustrating and adorable. One moment, I can’t wait until he’s old enough to take himself pee in the middle of the night. The next moment, I never want him to grow too old that he doesn’t want to have a cuddle from his Mama.

Just because it’s Monday, and there’s a meerkat head poking from his backpack, and there’s no gum stuck in his wild blonde hair, like there was last week.

Just because this was a recent dialogue happening in the backseat of my car as we drove to a playdate at a friend’s house:

Emry: Elan, let’s pick our noses at their house.
Me: No, let’s not pick our noses at other peoples’ houses.
Emry: What about sucking thumbs? Can we do that at their house?
Elan: Sure. You can, Emry. I don’t think I will.

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