The way he goes straight for the outlet covers when I set him down. Yeah. He likes to pull them out and crawl everywhere with him. Smarty pants.
And speaking of crawling, the way he puts one hand on something (like books, but more recently presents) and slides it along the floor as he crawls.
How he has discovered that throwing toys is so much fun!
The way he laughs harder at Chelsea than just about anyone else.
The way he laughs when I tickle him under his chin. It's the sweetest sound my ears have ever heard!
And the way I'll be doing my own thing, then turn to look over at him and get the biggest grin ever in return, which is what spurred the impromptu Christmas tree shoot I did totally featuring him.
And that "ohhhh... I'm in trouble..." look! *insert laughing tears emoji here*
These nights when everyone else is asleep and it's just me and him are priceless. Even though he (and I) should be in our beds catching some Z's, I don't regret them.
I love you little Bear Bear! You're such a good little baby and I would never want to go back to life without you. It has only gotten better since you arrived.
The other night, I sang you to sleep with the song "Silent Night" and was struck by this phrase:
"Round yon virgin, Mother and Child. Holy Infant, so tender and mild."