The Stars are Out, the Moon is Up

That's a line from a lullabye that I've been singing to Davey since he was a baby that my mom used to sing to me. The other day Davey was playing with a shape sorter toy and held a star high above his head and said, "It's time to go to sleep, Mommy." I thought it was clever.

Some Davey-tidbits...

It's so fun watching Davey's personality grow and develop. One of his most endearing qualities is that he's always asking us, "You happy?" I've learned to use this to my advantage; when he's doing something I want him to stop, I tell him it makes me sad and he will almost always stop immediately. Or I can get him to do things like throwing a diaper away for me by telling him it will make me happy.

He also loves to make people laugh, which he definitely inherits from the other David Pauls in the family (Daddy and Grandpa). He's always trying to get our attention these days by saying,

"Watch me! You might laugh." Then he does something (he thinks is) funny. 

One of the quirky things he says all the time is when we're having dinner together: "Let's drink together," wanting us to all raise our glasses at the same time.

Davey isn't quite going through the normal annoying "Why?" phase, but instead is always asking, "How, Mommy? How?" 

He is certainly a chip off the old block, being so particular in so many ways. One of the ones I'm dealing with right now is with him wanting to do everything himself. If I so much as touch him while he's getting into his car seat, off the bed, etc., he will insist on going back out of the car or up onto the bed and doing it all over again.

I am so blessed to have such a sweet, (mostly) obedient child. I love you, Davey!