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I love it...

Coen,

I love it when you put your arm around me and give me pats on my back.  And then you follow it up with saying, "You like it when I give you pats? Yea? You do. You do."

I love when you ask me to catch my bubbles and then you pop them with your finger on my cheek.  You're fast to say, "I use my finger, right?" You say this because before you'd haul off and smack me in the cheek to make me pop my bubbles and I quickly corrected that.

I love it when you ask me to make a sad face and then a happy face.  We do that over and over again until you're done and then you say, "I make you happy?"  To which I tell you that you're my best buddy and my favorite little boy and that I love you to pieces.

I love it when you ask me, "Is that a good idea?" in context.  It cracks me up.  I equally love when you follow up by answering your own question and tell me, "Yes, yes it is.  It is a good idea."

I love when you are asked to say thank you and you quickly answer yourself with you're welcome before anyone else can answer.  Then you go back to have correct the person that should've said you're welcome to then say you're welcome again.

I love your questions.  Like, when you get up from time out and you immediately ask, "why am I in time out?"

Or, when we ask you to talk about something you did the day or weekend before, you almost always say, "what I do?" As if you don't recall and you need help remembering... Sometimes I wonder if you say it out of habit to collect your thoughts and then share what you remembered.

And your memory... My goodness, it's amazing.  You remember things that I sometimes forget were even talked about.  Lately, you've been re-playing a video conversation that you had about Toby (our dog) eating your fishy book and you almost always repeat it exactly as you said it on the video.

I love how you can memorize books and read them back to me.  I also love hearing you on the monitor, when you're in your room and you're reading books to yourself as if we are sitting there listening to you.

I think it's hilarious when you are asked what you want to eat at any meal, or what you had to eat at any meal, your response is almost always, "chicken nuggets!"  And now, you know that it's just funny to us to have you respond that way, so now you say it and immediately crack up.

I love when you ask to watch a video on my phone, that we have a conversation like this...
Coen: "Video?"
Mama: "Not now."
And you think it's hilarious.  You ask it over and over again because you just love to laugh together.

I love that when you apologize for something that you say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It was just an ass-i-dent."

I love that you ask for the "liza-betta song" in the car and that I know what that means, I think.

I love that you ask for Emie's input and most of the time cut her off with, "yay, you do?" before she can answer.

I love it when you give Toby scratches and get all excited about him chasing you around the house... only to realize that Toby might actually be running from you and it just looks like he's playing with you...

I love it when you say, "it's just an ass-ident."

I love when you recognize where we are and also recognize that you don't know where you are and you ask about where we are going.  Like when we were driving to Nana & Papa's house and you could tell that we were headed there.  Or when we were driving on some back roads to get to the sitter's the other day and you immediately knew that we were doing something different.  (I guess that just means, again, that kids love routine and when you take them from it, they notice!)

I love it when you go into our room (with your sister) and turn on your dad's alarm clock radio and it starts playing songs.  To which you guys then start your own dance party and encourage everyone to dance!

I love how... at the end of the day, when you're going to bed, if you hear your sister crying, you say, "I go check on her." And when I tell you that you cannot and to get back in bed, you get so mad with me.  Usually you go on to say, "I'll be riiiiiight back.  You stay right here. You understand?  Ok?"

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I had to document these things before you're old and grown and these things are just a faint memory of all of the really great times that we had with you as a 2.5 year old.

You make me smile every day, even if you aren't agreeing with what I'm asking you to do.  We're in the middle of several things, right now.  We're working on potty training, which is going so well!  We're working on no hitting and no biting which is a really hard phase to get through.  It seems like it's sticking around a little longer than normal and that's hard to deal with.  You're starting to understand but it's just taking time.

You're so full of energy and love being a fun happy kid.  This morning you were doing laps around the house in your jammy top and undies.  It was hilarious and I literally had to block you from doing another lap to get you dressed and on the potty.  You say that your running shoes help you run fast "like Dash".

You love playing ball of any kind and you have a great throw!  You also are able to hit the baseball pretty good, already... So much so that you almost always hit it directly into the face of the person "pitching" to you.

You're all boy.  You love trucks and planes and helicopter and trains and dirt and puddles and walking in the snow and wearing boots and all things that boys like to do...

You're a blast to be around and your personality is just perfect. We love watching you grow and while we have had a fun harder stages these last few months, it's all just a phase and we will grow together, through it.

Happy 2.5 years Birthday, Bubs!

Love you,

Mama

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