Colm loves The Lorax, Jumanji, and The Care Bears.
He doesn’t like bread and if given a sandwich or a hot dog, he will eat the fillings, not the bread.
He’s intrigued by the idea of going to a big boy potty, but once faced with the actual task he kind of freaks out.
He’s okay with going to his own bed at night but at some point he will rejoin me in my bed with the sole purpose of giving me a hug and kiss and then wrapping his arms around me. It’s almost like he knows how much I hate sleeping alone.
His vocabulary is expanding at an alarming rate. He brought home a “cab” (crab) from preschool today. Elizabeth has a new name, “abes”.
He wants juice for every meal. Not with his meal, FOR his meal.
I don’t want to forget any of this. So I’m writing it down.