The Little Things

It's the little things, like when
* I explain something to Parker and he goes "Ohhhh!"
* I lift him out of his crib when he wakes up in the morning- at 5:30am mind you- and he squeals "go!" the second his feet touch the floor (true story).
* he runs through the house yelling "shew weeee!"
* he gives bear hugs out of nowhere. He used to say, "mmm mmm mmm" every time.
* he hears a nail gun, hammering, or other loud tool and immediately points and says, "Dada!"
* I ask him to say "thank you" and instead I get a very sincere head nod.
* he says please or sorry while doing signs he made up. (For please he rubs his hands up and down against his chest/belly and for sorry he holds his hand almost in a fist up to his cheek/ear.)
* he sticks his neck out to mimic a giraffe and beats his fists on his chest like a gorilla.
* he has tan lines on his feet from his sandals and around his neck from his t-shirt.
* he gets to go to big church (instead of the nursery), hears a baby cry, and says "shhh!" with his finger to his lips.
* he brings me book after book and wants to "read."
* he says "melon" (he sticks out his tongue a lot in the process), "orange" (I've got to get this on video! It's very raspy with extra emphasis on the "o") and "fruit" ("oot").
* he insists on a bubble bath and then dunks his ducks into the bubbles, holds them up all covered, and says, "whoa!"
* he lines up his plasma car, wagon, trike, and M&D chomp and clack in a neat little row. And then moves them one by one to another room and lines them up again.
* he proudly holds up one finger on each hand and exclaims "TWO!" when you ask him how old he is.
* you ask him what color something is and he says "blue!" no matter the actual color.
* and the list goes on...