His hand feels different yet as comforting now that he grips back. And we usually have our little talks along the way, usually about good manners and right conduct. When he’s in the mood, we sing. Today, he just wanted to talk.
He’s really grown up to be quite a boy.. I marvel at how much he’s grown this past year. He never fails to surprise us with unexpected utterances like “You’re frustrated, mommy.”. One time he just says “I’m starving..”. And of course nothing beats “I love you, Mommy.”