I tell you our little guy is made up of all things broom, vroom, and beep beep. He adores cars. No Hotwheel of any make, model, or color will be discriminated against. This boy loves trains. He will wander around the house singing "choo choo, choo choo" until I sift through his toy chest and find his engine and coupling cars. And this boy especially loves planes. He can hear the whirring of those flying engines, even while indoors, and will scamper to the window, pointing decidedly up to the sky, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the fascinating machines of the sky. Those are adoring named, "broom broom."
Well, while we were over visiting G.G. and Bapa this weekend we enjoyed cars, trains, and planes. We also enjoyed some of the most beautiful, warming summer weather, delicious burgers and hot dogs on the BBQ, and lush green grass. K.B. has pretty much everyone in family wrapped around his little finger.
He will pat the floor twice, and immediately you know where to sit. He wanders over with his smiling eyes, tilts his head to one side, and says "juice?" Up you get from your comfortable seat on the couch and over to the fridge to meet his every need and desire. His arsenal of words is constantly growing and constantly amazing me. Every day new things come pouring out his mouth like finely spun gold. "Moos," and "Gucks," and "Happy, happy," he says prancing around the downstairs. "Hee haw," he says, when I ask him the sound of a donkey. And we cannot forget the precious number "two," the only number he knows and the only number worth ever knowing if you ask me.