his little dimples in his hands, and watching him open and close his fingers when he felt different fabrics and textures.
his rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, and then standing on his hands and tippy toes trying with all his might to move forward instead of backward.
his arms flapping up and down with excitement anytime any or all of the pets were around, and especially all of his time with Stanley.
his little mouth making an "o" with his lips wrapped around his gums everytime he really wanted to tell us something.
his face, even though every morning he resembled a different member of the family when he woke up - my brother, Jav's sister, both of our Dads, his cousin Cade, but always with Jav's cheeks.
his smile first thing every morning when I walked into his room, or when he was proud about something new he had learned.
his laugh, right from the belly, first when the cats came into his room chasing the tape measure, and then when I danced a little jig over and over again, then later when his grandmother tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again and again.
his crazy bunny hop crawling.
his rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, and then standing on his hands and tippy toes trying with all his might to move forward instead of backward.
his arms flapping up and down with excitement anytime any or all of the pets were around, and especially all of his time with Stanley.
his little mouth making an "o" with his lips wrapped around his gums everytime he really wanted to tell us something.
his face, even though every morning he resembled a different member of the family when he woke up - my brother, Jav's sister, both of our Dads, his cousin Cade, but always with Jav's cheeks.
his smile first thing every morning when I walked into his room, or when he was proud about something new he had learned.
his laugh, right from the belly, first when the cats came into his room chasing the tape measure, and then when I danced a little jig over and over again, then later when his grandmother tossed the ball up in the air and caught it again and again.
his crazy bunny hop crawling.
his lip that would stand out a mile long when he got really upset, really fast.
his fingers which he would hold with his other hand and stretch his arms over his head.
his voice, crying "ma ma ma ma ma" when he wanted anything at all, and his constant humming through meals.
his bashful pose that he still does anytime we squeeze Rubber Duckie, with his shoulders hunched forward and his head down.
his bashful pose that he still does anytime we squeeze Rubber Duckie, with his shoulders hunched forward and his head down.
his need to pat his chest or tummy every time he sings, and now his need to pat us to make us sings too.
his sweet baby smell, coming from his head while I read him a book in my lap.
his warmth, feeling his head against my chest and his arms around my neck as I rocked him to sleep.
his warmth, feeling his head against my chest and his arms around my neck as I rocked him to sleep.
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