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i'm not sure why, but i never grow tired
of pictures of a naked child in big shoes.
john obliges on a regular basis.
three unrelated notes of recent adorable behavior. just little vignettes that color our lives everyday!

dad's shoes
sunday afternoon, we were getting ready to go to my cousin's baby shower. my husband and i were getting dressed, while john ran around still unclothed. he ran into our bedroom and put on his daddy's sandals and walked out into the living room.

he looked at me, a big grin on his face, and said, "i wear dad's shoes!"

it's the first time he's ever said "dad" instead of "daddy," and i instantly thought - when did you turn 15?!?

hugs
finally - FINALLY - john has gotten back into the school routine and doesn't cry when i drop him off at school. and this week he even started in a new class, with the other two year olds (so big!) and he's been doing great. it helps that he knows most of the kids and his new teacher pretty well, but i've still be really impressed with how he's being such a big boy. (and he tells me every day that he's a big boy.)

yesterday when i picked him up from school, there was only one little boy left in the room with him. when i walked in, the little boy came running over to me, so i was talking to him for a minute. john came running up next, and i thought he would vie for my attention. instead, he looked at the other little boy, looked and me, and said, "that's aiden! he's my friend. i hug aiden." and gave aiden a big hug and a kiss on the forehead.

i said, "john, that's very sweet! tell aiden to have a great night."

and john said, "bye, aiden! have a great night! see you tomorrow!"

(as an aside, i SO wish i could transcribe the way john says tomorrow. it's not quite "tomowoww," it's not quite "tomorrow," it's somewhere in between and i melt every time he says it.)

reassurance
and finally, last night in the bath, i told john i needed him to lay down in the tub and look at the ceiling so i could rinse his hair. he's not at all afraid of the water and willingly puts his face and head in, but he doesn't love being held down on his back while i rinse him off.

so there was a little quiver in his voice as i scrubbed his hair and he said with his eyes clenched closed, "great job, mommy. great job washing john's hair. great job, mommy. great job!"

my little cheerleader ... to reassure himself, he cheers his mommy on. what a sweet little spirit he has. we're so so blessed to have this little positivity monster around.

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