Daniel can walk. Since I started keeping Emma, who is almost three, he has begun to babble in "wordy" sentences that become paragraphs and he takes five, six, seven... steps at a time. Tonight he fell in the kitchen; he hit his upper lip first. It puffed up and it was bleeding and though he cried for a bit, he was not afraid to take off again!
When he gets sleepy he gets wild, he screams and lunges instead of stepping, he shakes his head and smacks his hair. He loves to do all of that. If he ends up in my lap, he kisses and pats me - it's dangerous love because he can be aggressive and hurts me sometimes!
I sure do love that joyous, delightful, wild little boy, fat lip and all!
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