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This morning, I got J up and in a rare show of affection he snuggled in to me and put his forehead on mine. And then he stuck his tongue out and licked my nose. We both laughed until we cried. I <3 this boy.

So for a year and a half (even longer if you count in utero), I’ve been talking to J where it’s more me just babbling and asking him questions not expecting a response. Well, blow me down, he’s started responding. What the heck do I do now.

Last night we were at our favorite sushi spot with J. So many memories. We’d go there and sit at the bar and talk to the sushi chefs and anyone else who happened to sit nearby. We’d unwind and talk about our day and hold hands and plan for the future. Well, BAM! The future is now. Last night my hands were covered in sushi as I picked apart pieces for J to eat. Dave deftly ate with one hand while holding a glass of water so J wouldn’t knock it off as he played with the ice. We each had our assumed tasks and still managed to joke around and do damage control for a squirrel-y toddler together. A successful evening out clearly has a new definition these days.

Is it weird that I’m secretly proud of the dedication and passion with which my son throws his tantrums? I mean, he’ll figure out that they get him nowhere, but there’s a part of me that roots for him. “That’s right son! Stick to your guns! Try out all the primal screams!” Part of me just wants to sit back and watch the show. *Sigh* That was entertaining. Now for the follow-through.

Was at a stoplight with Josh in the stroller yesterday waiting to cross. I observed a man across the street and this is the convo I had in my head: “Sir, I noticed you pressed the ‘walk’ button no less than 15 times. Which leads me to the conclusion that you think pressing the button 15 times will help the light hurry up. That in itself is hilarious because it seems you don’t understand the basic 1s and 0s process the switch follows. OK, now you’re waiting looking irritated. I wonder how long it will take you to start pressing the button again. Oh, ok. I figured. That only took seven seconds. Now you are pressing the button again, this time in anger. I’m guessing you think the electronic thing will hurry up based on the anger it senses from you. Which leads me to believe you think that electronic things have developed a collective awareness. Which leads me to believe you have watched ‘The Terminator’ one too many times. Hmmm…. OK, looks like you got completely fed up and and are now jaywalking. I have enjoyed watching your decision-making. You have no idea I’ve had this conversation in my head about you.” People are awesome!