One of my favorite things about Henry's age is that I get to see his imagination at work. Example: Just know, I walked in on him and he was talking to Thomas the train and saying, "What's wrong, Thomas? What's wrong? Come here. Come here, Thomas." And giving him a hug. Ugh, so sweet- melt my heart.
He told Adam tonight, "I luh you, Dada. I luh you with my HEART! My heart sings!"
Again, with the heart melting.
However, we also have moments where our hearts are not so much melting like when Elliot gets bitten by Henry twice in 24 hours (like bruised, he was bitten so hard).
Yesterday, we were having a discipline session and Henry was looking away while I talked to him about biting Bear and I told him, Look at my eyes, Henry. He got about one millimeter from my left eyeball and stared so intently with this look that I burst out laughing and kinda ruined the serious discipline moment.
and little brother, to boot!