On June 7, Sullivan will be 10 months old. And he's huge. He wears 2T clothes... for non-baby people, that's stuff designed for two-year-olds. Here are things I love about Sullivan:
- those adorable teeth of his.
- his kind, joyful, spreading smile.
- his determination. Even though it is usually focused on grabbing electrical chords and eating random sticks tracked into the house from Henry's shoes or the dogs' fur.
- his desire to stand. He's been downward dogging it for awhile now and loves to climb up on things.
- the way he looks when he sleeps. Don't all parents love the sight of their children sleeping??
- his laugh. Omygoodness what an amazing sound that is. I swear if I walked into the middle of a combat zone and pretended to eat Sullivan's neck (lovingly known as his gibblets), the laugh that would erupt from that child would halt a war. Soldiers would take their fingers off the triggers, drones would screech to a stop in the air and small children would emerge from rubble to smile at the sweet cackle of Sullivan.
- how he looks in hats.
- his admiration of his brother. Already it's begun. When Henry walks into a room, Sullivan tracks him. Smiles at him. Reaches for him. Imitates him.
- his appetite. Yes, he loves food, but he also consumes the world around him. Watching flies. Petting a leaf. Splashing in water. Everything is fascinating and I love seeing him eat it all up. (this is actually a picture of him watching a fly)
- the way he looks in a tie.
- how he snuggles.
- his strong voice.
- how much he loves Darby (and dogs in general).
- what a fantastic traveler he is (at least so far).
- how he sucks his thumb and plays with his feet when he's tired.
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