So then I cried and cried... blown away by my baby boy.
We got home and Jordan took off a shirt and was walking through the kitchen.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Corban asked.
"Just putting my shirt in the dirty clothes." he responded.
"Good job, big boy!" my son quickly responded.
These kids don't miss a beat, do they?
Earlier this week, I overheard him performing instead of napping. He'd been singing for quite some time and then I heard him say, "Alright guys, I'm just playing one more song for you tonight. That's all!" and then he went on to sing about growing big and stronger and jumping high to the sky and being Mr. Baseball player. When I went into his room a few minutes later, I was scolded as I picked up his vertically lined up pieces of train track... He told me I was ruining his piano.
I'm so thankful for that sweet, wild, energetic, imaginative little boy of ours. What a sweet, sweet gift he is. I'm so thankful for his sense of humor, his curiosity, his zeal for living, that deep belly laugh he generously gives. I can't believe we're pushing three years already...where does the time go?
Anyway, a few pictures- that well represent my Corbanator:
And in case you happen to catch that minor detail of mismatched shoes... oh, brother. You see, my children NEVER leave their shoes on in the car, so I just don't bother putting them on before we leave. I grabbed Corban's shoes to carry them to the van, and only one made it in the door- the other remained in the driveway. Of course this wasn't realized until we'd reach the park. Thankfully, we had a lone Croc stuck behind the seat underneath the stroller. He didn't mind a bit- he thought it was funny. That's my boy, for you. :)
And just for fun, a picture of Cate: