He doesn't chew on book pages anymore. Now, he brings a book to me, places it in my hand, and crawls up into my lap so I can read it to him.
He helps with the laundry. He pulls clothes out of the dryer, throws them on the floor, then I pick them up and hang or fold them.
He points excitedly to objects that he wants to know the names of. Today he saw several Santas in the grocery store and eagerly pointed out each one.
He tries to say so many words! Sometimes I get the idea of what he is saying. "Bud" means "build" after he heard me say "Santa builds the toys!" "Iss" means "Chris" (which is his real name.) "Ba" means "bathtime" which he says happily as he runs towards the bathroom as we sing his bathtime song to him.
He likes to share his lunch with me. He holds out pieces of food and likes to "feed" me the same way I feed him.
He likes to play ball. If you ask him to bring you "the purple ball" he will find the purple ball, bring it to you, and go after it once you roll it across the floor. Then he picks it up and tries so very hard to roll it back to you, though usually it goes in quite the opposite direction!
My little man astonishes me each and every day with what he is capable of doing.
He can turn on the TV.
He can lift the lid to the toilet and throw things in it.
He can put his toys in his diaper pail.
He can pull diapers out of their basket and drag them around the house.
He can dig through the laundry pile, find my unmentionables, place them on his head, and giggle.
He can wriggle away while I'm changing his diaper resulting in a VERY disgusting mess.
But he can also give wet sloppy kisses and baby-sized bear hugs.
And I am just so in love with him!