This little boy is so sweet. He makes me laugh and smile, and I love the little person he is growing into. Every night, he helps mama exercise, which sometimes consists of laying on my back while I do pushups (because you know, it's not bad enough that I'm weighted down in front), but also consists of him bouncing on his "birth" ball and counting off kegels for me. Yes, my two year old knows the word kegel, and as my midwife assured me, anyone who knows what a kegel is would find it hilarious that he knows the word. At night, when we go to get his bedtime cup of milk, he walks down the stairs, saying, "Mama's back hurts." Even though my back is better now and carrying him doesn't bother me (thank you chiropractor) anymore, he still remembers when my sciatica was awful and wants to help me. He's so helpful and sweet to his pregnant mama, that I can't imagine how he's going to be with his baby sibling.
And did you know that he says hi to the baby every day and has to talk to my bellybutton, as if that's somehow a direct connection to the baby? And that the baby now kicks in response to his voice? Seriously, if THAT isn't sweet, I don't know what is.
You Capture: Sweet!