At 2.5.

A post about Morg.

Truth be told, there is never a dull moment, or an unfunny one with Morgan around. He talks all the time and repeats just about everything we say. My favorite is now whenever he drops something, or something falls, he either says, 'Oh, come on!' or 'Gosh daneit!' or 'Shoot!'. He can count to twenty, knows some of his ABCs, can name all the colors, loves to sing 'Roll your hands', 'I am a Child of God', 'Wheels on the Bus', and 'House in the Middle of the Woods'. He loves his 'tiny cars', as he calls them and plays with them for hours at a time. He loves his grandmas and grandpas, and asks for them all day long. When he tells daddy goodbye in the morning he says, 'Bye daddy. love you. see you soon. kiss! hug! have fun. have a good day.' And if he doesn't get like three or four hugs and kisses in a row, he's asking for more. Sometimes, even as Jared's driving away, we'll be looking out the window and he's asking for more kisses and hugs. My favorite is when he comes to me and says 'hocka mommy! hocka mommy!' which means 'hold me'. I swear it's almost always inconvenient when he says this, but I'm trying to remind myself that all too soon, he'll grow out of this sweet, cute stage. So I take advantage. And I hold him. He loves to eat and is almost always hungry. Everytime we drive by a Wendy's he has a royal meltdown because he wants 'chicken nuggets!' RIGHT NOW! When I pick out my clothes for the day (on the days I actually get dressed, that is), he tells me I'm 'cute!'. And whenever he sees pictures of his grandmas he calls them 'cute' too. He's so good about throwing things in the garbage and putting things away after he's done playing with them. He's so sweet about kneeling and saying prayers at night and folds his arms everytime we pray at meals. He loves nursery! And he loves watching all the new babies in our ward (or pretty much anyone that is smaller than him.) He's always saying things like 'oh, cute baby' and you can see on his face that tiny bundles just melt his heart. I'm hoping these tender feelings will last even when baby brother comes along.

In short, at 2.5, he's a joy. He can meltdown at the drop of a hat with the best of them. And he can throw the meanest fits. But the very next moment it seems he's back to melting our hearts. He's my best friend.