Sitting next to my son

It's 5:48 am and I got up a little late today and my son got up early. So, that means he's sitting next to me this morning on the couch as I write.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything. I probably wouldn't be writing about him if he wouldn't have woke up and had me get me out of his bed, but I'm thankful he did.

He's two years old now. He likes to sit in the big chair when we eat. Likes to pick out his own clothes. Likes trying to take off his shoes and coat. He's starting to want to do some things on his own that we have done for him. He's also trying to put words together in sentences and doing well at it. He's not always easy to understand, but he wants to be and he'll repeat himself until we understand. He also likes to have some sort of stuffed animal with him in bed, but the favorite changes on an almost daily basis. He also has really been into repositionable stickers that go on different background scenes. This "toy" might be the one that keeps him entertained the longest lately.

Right now he's just waking up, so that means he's just sitting next to me on the couch and snuggling.

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