I love when...
Carter puts his hands over his eyes to hide if we tell him we are going to change his diaper.
He tells his brother, "It's ok baby," and gives him a kiss and a pat on the head.
Carter says, "Mommy/Daddy sit. Play trucks,"
"tadaa," when we turn on the Christmas tree
and "mommy backseat" (to tell me to get in the backseat of his car)
Gabe smiles in response to clapping rhymes like pattycake,
smiles and cooes at me to avoid bedtime
smiles and curls his tongue
burps, poops, passes gas (relief for him, and in turn, relief for me)
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