The Best Things About Sven (at 15 months)

1. I love his smile in the morning.
2. I love how friendly he is.
3. I love the way he climbs into my lap and snuggles me.
4. I love it when he brings me books to read.
5. I love that he doesn't fight me about diaper changes.
6. I love it when he gets measuring cups and pretends (messily) to measure the rice in the pantry.
7. I love that he understands lots of simple requests.
8. I love that he is experimenting with lots of words.
9. I love the way he giggles and smiles in anticipation of impending rough-housing.
10. I love that he cleans up his own toys.
11. I love that he takes two naps a day!
12. I love the way he looks at me when he wants me to chase him.
13. I love how confidently he walks.
14. I love it when he brings me shoes; it's a way of asking me to take him outside.
15. I love to carry him in my baby backpack.
16. I love to kiss his chunky baby cheeks.
17. I love it when he tries to comb his hair or brush his teeth.
18. I love to watch him play with Chomsky, the cat.
19. I love that he wants to be where his brothers are and do what they are doing: biking, LEGOing, puzzling, and drawing.
20. I love to rock him in the rocking chair while we read stories at the end of the day.

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