Warren

Let me tell you about our boy, Rex. I haven't for a while, and I want to. Good enough reasons? Good.

He has your eyes. Not the color, his are more grey than brown, bordering on blue. But the shape of them, the clarity, the way the soul looks out through them -- all very Rex.
He walks like you, he sits and thinks like you (the cogitation, not the actual thoughts. At least I hope not.)

It may be that he talks like you. I don't know how you developed verbally.
He is verbally closer to a two year old than a four year old, which he is closing in on fast.  His words are just now becoming clear, more often thsn not. One can have a conversation with him now. A limited conversation, but a conversation.
He still speaks a great deal of baby babble -- his own private language. But he Englishes more and more frequently.

And he has understood a lot more than he verbalizes for a very long time.

He's in the tantrum stage, which is fairly normal and fairly close to age appropriate. He's very very good at those, the little cutie stinker stubborn hardhead. He likes to bang his head and smack himself, which is somewhat alarming, but not unheard of.

He is so smart, when it comes to doing things. He stacks anything. You would laugh s hard, sometimes. When he comes to see me, he strips the bookshelf under the television. Not to make a mess, not because he can.
Where I see books and quiet escapes and all, he sees blocks.
Blocks to build with.
Blocks to stack.
Walls.
Ladders/steps.
Bridges.
Towers.

What a boy!

Warren is Explorin'

He's walking! He has been for a while, but he's beginning to get into it. His latest thing here is to step in and out of the kitchen-to-living-room doorway. There are the two curtains for one thing, and also a light/dark factor, since I keep the kitchen light out when he's here,  but most importantly, there's a step.

At first, every time he crossed, he had to get down on hands and knees. Then, he figured out he could hold onto the doorframe and step up, with one foot.
Then with two feet.
Then he didn't have to hold on any more.

This weekend he discovered he can step down, too!
After that, as you can guess, there was no holding him back. He crossed the kitchen to discover the bathroom.
In the bathroom, that's where we keep the wonderful magical bathtub!

The funniest thing is that if I pick him up and stand him on the scale, he will stand there and cry instead of stepping or even crawling off!
Silly boy!.

He's exploring with sounds, too.
Most of it is baby babbling, but Mom-mom-mom sometimes means Mom and Dadadadada often means Dad.
But Diddy is Sissy.
Mam sometimes means Mam (me)
Hay --ee is Hailey or Tracy.
I asked him if he was ready to eat, two different days, and he replied with "Num-num." That's outside his usual range of baby babbling, and was response to a question.
And he's got the four front teeth so he's biting and eating.

He's growing well, that boy is, but he's going to be a little one. Like his mommy was; like you were.
And he has your eyes. A different color, but the shape and clarity is uncanny.

And it makes me smile to see you again.