Saturday, Hunter and I spent almost the entire day curled up together on the sofa, watching videos and matching animals and characters to books and stuffed animals, napping, and eating cereal straight out of the box. It was wonderful. There might have been some singing and dancing in there as well.

Today, I made an effort to jot down snapshots that I want to hold onto:

• Watching Hunter's lips and mouth curl and twist as he very deliberately struggles to make the right sounds to say the words that will tell me what he wants
  
  
• The way that each time he says "peel" (as I'm peeling our 3^rd or 4^th or 5^th Mandarin orange of the day) it's a little more precise, a little more accurate
  
  
• Hunter painstakingly feeding me individual Cheerios with his fingers through the bars of the childgate that separates the kitchen from the living room
  
  
• Helping him stab cooked tomatoes with the Eeyore fork a friend gave us, feeling oh so proud as he carefully manuevered each bite to his mouth without dropping it
  
  
• Sitting next to each other on the back porch steps, taking turns stomping our feet at he laughed in delight
  
  
• Playing peekaboo through the back porch railing slats
  
  
• Showing him how to carry pinecones by the top so he doesn't get stuck by the prickles so we could drop them into the rain bin onto the thick sheet of ice overlaying the water
  
  
• Uncoupling the garden hoses and finding a small length of ice inside that Hunter had to put in his mouth and ended up sucking on it until it broke (I considered it sufficiently clean for him to suck on, since it was crystal clear and enough of the outer layers had melted away)
  
  
• His surprise to discover that my underwear had little Santa Clauses on it just like the decorative soap in the middle bathroom
  
  
• Holding him close in my arms at the end of our bath/shower to rinse him off, water beading on his cheeks and lashes as he experimentally ran his hand back and forth through the spray
  
  
• Realizing that the reason that he kept pointing at the red truck on the second page of his Trucks book is because the back of the truck was missing (off the page); he turned the page several times each way, checking to see if the rest of the truck were on the other side
  

And this was just one day....

:)