The Best Things about Soren (just under 3 years)

1. I love that he says "thank you" for very specific and random things. (ex: "Thank you for going downstairs.")
2. I love that he can read lots of words.
3. I love how good he is at governing his emotions.
4. I love it when he says, "Mommy, dance with me!"
5. I love his neologisms. (ex: chapstick is "truck-a-day")
6. I love that he knows what Christmas is really about.
7. I love it when he wants to help me with my chores.
8. I love how handsome he is in his big boy clothes.
9. I love it when he fights dragons
10. and when he uses common household items to make his armaments. (ex: a kitchen knife and a frisbee)
11. I love to hold his hand when he walk together.
12. I love it that he runs to give Scott a hug when he comes home from work.
13. I love to see him share with Carl.
14. I love (love love love love) that he is willing and eager to fetch things for me.
15. I love it when he asks me to tell him I love him.
16. I love that he can listen to long books with very few pictures
17. and that he talks about the characters when he plays.
18. I love and laugh when he begs me to turn back off the light in the morning. I'm not a morning person, either.
19. I love that he gives hugs on demand and with gusto.
20. I love the way he snuggles next to me when we watch The Muppet Show.

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