Dirt apparently. Or at least while daddy is baby sitting.
Last night, Justin was in meetings, and I was getting the little guy for bed. He was getting a little crazy, so I made his bottle and gave it to him while I finished picking up a few things. As I'm putting his books away, I feel a little hand on my leg, and I look down, and he is pushing his bottle into my face.
Now I realize some may not see this for the big deal that it is, so let me just tell you. To this little guy, bottles are nigh unto sacred. The Holy Grail of possessions. "Drop everything you are holding the moment you see one come in sight" special. So the fact that he was sharing it with me, must mean he thinks I'm pretty special too. Or that I look hungry. Either way, this kid melts my heart. Every Day.
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Charlie's loving dirt and rocks (and cigarette butts on the ground at the park!?!? ARGH!) right now too. Jasper's so cute. I love this age!
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