preemptive nostalgia

Soren is so magic right now.  There are a lot of interesting people in the world, but I must tell you that I believe the vast majority of them are eighteen months old.  Every day, new words!  Dozens of them! New levels of understanding about the world!  New loves and hatreds!  New tantrums to throw!  It is an exciting time.

I'm sort of nostalgic about the time we're having with him right now, even though it is still happening.  I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of stages that I really enjoy but this one has brought home to me why every parent thinks their kid is a genius--all 1.5-year-olds are geniuses.  (Well, most of them.  Let's not name names.)

Things he loves:  being outside, reading books ("Bookies!"  I have no idea where that came from, I swear), Elmo, naming things, bathtime, Julia (his daycare provider), Daddy, and Mommy.  (It's true, I am super popular.  I think it's because of my good looks and sparkling wit.)

Things he does not love:  getting dressed, coming inside, diaper changes, waiting for his breakfast to be ready (HE HASN'T EATEN IN LIKE 12 HOURS HE'S STARVING TO DEATH ABUSE ABUSE OMG), getting into his carseat, transitioning from book time to bath time, naps.

Apples are okay though.