Grateful

I am grateful for the sweet little kisses of Ryker.  I love his little words he says and comes up with, and I LOVE trying to figure out what he's saying.  Sometimes I just laugh because he is so close to the word, but slightly off.  Trevor and I were trying to get him to say cup, he knows what it is and how to identify it, but is dyslexic saying it so he says "Puc." Everytime.  He can say "chip" but cup is difficult.

Other favorite words:
"Caaaar!!"-always exclaimed and always dragged out.
"Popcle"-new word, we were introduced to the mighty mini's Popsicles and he is obsessed. (Thanks Linz!)
"Paaeee"-plane. Since we have planes flying over our house hourly he has learned the sound quickly
"Chaaae"-Train...once again always honking? Is that what trains do? Honk?
"Teeee"-Tree
"Wif"-Fish
"Mooooooon"-he loves seeing the moon, anywhere, in books, on tv or obvious places like the sky.
"Hi Daddy"-he LOVES his daddy and when daddy comes home.  Whenever we drop Trev off at school he has a fit and cries and cries! The other day he ran into the office and opened the door and yelled "DAAAD" but Trev was at school.  He came out a little confused.

We are also trying to teach him how to count on his fingers and say I love you with the sign.  His little hands are my favorite and to watch him figure out how to use his hands is HILARIOUS.  He has started pointing with his middle finger and always looks like he is doing "jazz hands."  He loves hide and seek and chasing each other, he loves helping me in the kitchen and is kinda obsessed with starbursts. (my fault!)

I love this little boy and I love holding his little hands.  Everytime I do, I try and remember that feeling of his hands in mine because one day he won't want to hold mine anymore, and I dread it.  I love being a mommy because for the difficult days like today, I can look at him and be grateful that I can love unconditionally.  I am grateful that I can be tried and that I can overcome self doubt! I am grateful for his daddy who loves me unconditionally...and when the day ends, the only thing that matters, is that my family is there to pick me up and love me back.

So thank you hard days, for reminding me life is good.