I think every day I fall more in love with Levi. It's like maybe God is giving us this time so that I will have this stable foundation of love for when he goes into his "terrible twos" and beyond.
We love dancing in the kitchen together. He's getting heavy but that doesn't keep me from taking him in my arms and spinning and dancing with him. I love his giggles.
Another thing he thinks is hilarious is when I'm sitting there and my shirt causes my belly to be slightly visible (we're at home and it doesn't matter to me at that time) he likes to poke it and laugh. Oh dear... but it makes me laugh too, he's probably the only one who will ever be able to do that and it will be okay.
One thing he's been doing that I'm not fond of is screaming. For no reason but to get his way. Whew, when babysitting or teaching I always hated this, and now my little angel-child is doing it? Ben and I (Ben better than I) are trying to discourage it by telling him sternly no and making him wait or whatever. My tendency is to just do what he wants, it solves the problem quickly, but is the beginning of BAD habits. Lord, help me. I'm weary and I don't know much. I'm inconsistent and weak. Please help me.