The Cuteness Cup Overfloweth

Things you are missing if you have not seen/heard The Son recently: (Can I just say how much I love this age? LOVE IT!)

“Song Mama.” “NO! SONG!” (this keeps up until you sing the Firetruck song, I am ding-ding-dinging in my sleep)

“Kay, Bye! See Ya!”

“rrr. Set. Go!” (followed by running)

“Peas.” “Tink ooo.” “Welc.” “Scue me.” ( I love baby manners!)

“mon mama! side!” (come on mama, let’s go outside.)

“Amen.”

“Purty Babee. Hi, Purtee Babee!”

“Mine. No, MINE!” (actually, that one is not that cute.)

“I poop.” “I pee pee.” “Iaper.” “You go poop?”

“Where (insert who he wants at that particular time)?” While shrugging shoulders.

Pretending to be a dog, crawling around barking, wanting to drink with his tongue lapping.

Parroting anything and everything we say (there has been a lot more spelling going on here at The Huckablog house!)

Stretch and roll on command

Giving raspberries (zurberts? whatever you call em) to anything, the cutest is Katy’s belly.

Reading me stories after I read them to him.

Hugging his stuffed animals before he goes to sleep, or sometimes before he leaves a room.

Asking to talk on the phone to specific people.

Playing ball, He can catch! (not my DNA there.)

Doing what we tell him. “Son will you go throw this away please?” And he does!

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