The way she brings me my shoes when she wants to go outside.
How she points and says "whazzat?" at EVERYTHING (did I mention EVERYTHING?). And if you don’t answer, she just points with more enthusiasm until you comply.
The reading routine. I say the word ‘Book.’ She smiles and runs. Brings ‘Brown Bear Brown Bear’ for the 10,000th time and hands it to me "Herego!" Plops in my lap with a little squeal of excitement. Sits for 1 minute, stands up, takes the book, and hands it to me again "Herego!" (repeat 3 or 4 times).
The way she takes the ziploc storage bags out of the kitchen drawer (not sandwich, mind you – those aren’t big enough) and walks around putting things in them. The apple doesn’t fall far, it seems.
How she bangs on the pantry door when a snack is needed.
The way she bangs on the fridge door when a drink is needed.
Using her fork and spoon at the table, even if she misses 1/2 (ok, 3/4) of the time.
A tub of water on the deck? Bliss for an hour.
Never saw a table, chair, counter, block, box, basket that wasn’t meant to be climbed.
It passes so quickly, doesn’t it?
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