Letter to JJ

Dear Jeremiah,
You make me laugh. Having you around is like attending live comedy, only it's clean. For example: I loved how you gave me a gigantic, open-mouthed kiss yesterday. Either that, or you thought my nose was a large piece of watermelon and then decided to blow and make a farting sound on my face. You liked that sound. Go figure, like father, like son.

I love that lately you crawl around the house smiling and growling at us. I'm trying to learn that language, so be patient with me.

I love that when you wake up on the weekend mornings, and I transfer you to our bed to snuggle, you decide to slap us and play with us instead. Instead of cuddling like you're supposed to.

I love that sometimes when mom and I sit on the floor asking you to come to us, you decide to crawl right on by us only to acquire a toy you've had available for the past 3 months. What's up with that, bud?

And I love that when we're in the kitchen cooking or cleaning, you prefer to join us and actually help out. I think.

Little Man,
Life with you around kicks butt. I mean bottom. Don't tell mom I said that.

Love,
Dad

P.S. There are two home grown items on mom's blog today: You, and the watermelons. You stud muffin, you.