#51

We got used to leaving his door open a crack.  It’s probably unnecessary now, but I can’t see stopping.

#47

He let her keep the board books when he moved downstairs. 

#39

Every summer she grows the same variety of tomato plant.  The tiny yellow globes look so good.  They eat them like candy.  I hate tomatoes. 

#36

He requested it be painted Spiderman red.

#34

We made a good team.  The pile was infested and had to be moved away from the house.  It was the first job he was big enough to really help me with.  Bittersweet.  

#33

He is named Matches.  I don’t know why his two-year old brain decided to name him that, but it stuck.  I’ll make a similar one for his sister soon.  I’m curious to see what she’ll name hers. 

#25

She kept everything from my childhood.  As he aged, thirty-year-old toys slowly started making their way back into my life.  I still can't believe she kept them so long.  He does love that horse.

#22

For like two weeks, it was magic.  In his mind, the simple Dollar Tree pinwheel had become Dumbo's feather.  Arm stretched high, pinwheel spinning, both dimples deep.   He ran, seemingly non-stop, through the house "flying."  Then one day he put it down on this red box and moved on.  

#14

Our sloped driveway is not the best place for a toddler to learn how to ride a tricycle.  He managed, though, with only minor scrapes and that one time he careened into the shed. 

#8

It will always be his "time-out corner."  He's outgrowing it's effectiveness, but its name will remain.

#5

He crosses his toes just like me.

#3

Grandpa stole my thunder and showed him our favorite movie when he was only two.  I was saving it.  At least I got to teach him "This is Halloween."  He sings it all the time.

#2

We didn't want your typical nursery.  Precious Moments and Noah's Arc had no business in our baby's room.  Since we didn't know the gender, we settled on the neutral decor of brightly colored polka dots.  We spent hours spacing them just right in the corner over his crib.  He spent only seconds to peel them off once he could reach.  I took them all down with him in the summer.  His sister's imminent arrival called for redecorating.  His now four-year-old dimples never faded as he pulled his baby dots from the wall.  I cried a little.