Thursday, June 27, 2013

I love you, ice cream.

From June 19th:   Every night before bed Gibson says this to me. ' Good night. I love you ice cream'. (Todd likes to think he means 'I love you more than ice cream', personally I am not so sure- he's a weird little kid) This evening he took it further and said, ' I love you meatball. I'm gunna eat you in half. I put a nice sauce on you '. 

It's little things like this that make my heart go pitter-pat and somehow miss it while it's happening because I know he's not going to say things like this forever. Every day he's becoming more like a big boy and losing the little boy-ness.  Like how he used to say bell-but instead of belly button. I'm proud of the boy he's becoming, but I miss that little baby he was.  




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