My funny boy.

You know, it's lucky for me that all the moments in my life aren't entirely perfect, because it makes the perfect ones, when they roll around, that much more beautiful, and heavenly. And I've found that if I pray to have eyes to see those pretty moments, it somehow makes the overwhelming ones seem not so bad. 

And then there was the other day when the thought occurred to me that Morgan is perfect for me in every single way. But especially with the way he makes makes me laugh. My soul needs humor. It really always has. And Morgan fits so perfectly, and is just what I need. And even though nasty tantrums have been presenting themselves more frequently lately (can we say terrible twos?), all of his funny parts seem to be (kind of) making up for it.  

Like last week, when I was watching from the kitchen as he was 'reading'.

He would knock on the blue door. Say 'whoisit' or something like that.

And then he'd open the door and say 'Boo!'. Over and over and over again.

Or like the day he sat on the couch and ate an entire cube of butter that we decided must have been 'hidden' (by him) somewhere the night before, since it was soft. And all sorts of delicious. 

(I, of course, found the wrapper, and sticky finger prints later on.)

Or how he loves to walk around in my high heels, (like seriously all day long),

and how he digs through my closet to find the matching pairs.

Or how everything round is a 'hat' -- bowls, kitchen strainers, cups, you name it.

Or how Cinderella is his favorite movie. And anything Gus-Gus says is the funniest thing he's ever heard.... 

....until anyone in an ear's distance sneezes, 

and then that becomes funnier than the funniest thing he's ever heard.

Which is soooo funny (to me), but kind of awkward when we're around innocent sneezing strangers.

Or how about the other morning, when I woke up to him knocking on my forehead.

When I opened my eyes (which he was poking with his pointer finger), he said 'Boooooo!'.

Or like last night, as I was carrying on a conversation with Jared,

Morgan came running up and put his passey right in my mouth. And there wasn't a moment free to stop him!

Or like every single time we lay down to try to go to sleep, he does the actions to 'itsy bitsy spider' to fight off his sleepiness, clapping at the end of each round. Which only works for so long until he gets the corners of his blanky and rubs the side of his face, or inbetween his fingers and toes.

And then it's off to dreamland he goes. 

Or how about his OCD genes coming out when he cannot stand having any cupboards or doors open, and how he goes behind me in the kitchen shutting the ones I've left open.

Or how when I'm out on the porch or out in the garage having left the door open, he always hurries to shut it right in my face as I am coming inside, and then waits with laughter when I re-open it again.

Or how every. single. time. we're at the check-out counter, after my purse is zipped and the receipt is in my hand, he candidly waves to the cashier and says 'buh bye' and giggles (which sounds more like squealing) at how much he can't wait to leave.

Then there's cheese on top of his head at dinner last night, and emtpy gum wrappers on the office floor (and no gum in sight). And sometimes, if he doesn't have pants on,  he brings me his diaper, naked, and says 'uh-oh'. And we haven't just yet hit the two-year mark, but everyday a little more 'baby' disappears, and a little more 'boy' presents itself. Which is just what I want. And more importantly, just what I need. And I'm reminded every so often, how when I was a girl, I swore I'd only have boys.

We'll wait and see about the 's' that suggests plural. For now, my 'one' is good. So good, in fact, I can't seem to figure what my life would be like without him.

All I know is that my world is bright. And full of sun.

And little baby bums, and orange bowl hats.