One of my favorite parts of the day involves morning sippy cups full of warm milk. It is one of those times when I get to cuddle him. I get to just soak him in. Everything about him. I love this time more than anyone will ever know. Then he goes. and goes. and goes. all day. Then, after the long day of going is over, he cuddles up with me one last time before bed to enjoy a cup of warm milk again. The other night changed things up a bit. I don't know if he is learning that milk = bedtime or what, but he was not having it. He didn't want to cuddle. He wanted to run. He didn't want his milk, and he didn't want to sit in my lap. My heart broke just a little.
I guess what amazes me is that I don't think this love came from anything Dan or I did. We have bought him super hero things since he showed such interest, but up until then I don't think we had ever mentioned them. It is really all him. After he started showing interest of course, we got him a few super hero things. Then aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends have all gotten him super hero related things. He has books, capes, clothes, slippers, toys, and so many other super hero paraphernalia. Lately, he has not wanted to take any of it off. He would be happy pretending to be batman every day.
I am having so much fun watching his personality develop and his individuality become a little more obvious.
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