Every day I am amazed by my little Jonathan. He is getting so much more independent, and yes, more stubborn with each passing day.
He refuses to have anyone help him when he goes potty, and I mean no help. He has to undress and dress himself, climb on the potty himself, and wipe and flush himself. Although, I definitely encourage this type of strong willed autonomy, sometimes it is difficult as a mom to have to sit back and watch as your little one grows up faster than you'd like.
It's encouraging, however, to know that even though he is choosing to be more independent, he really does still need me. He is such a sweetheart and always wants to be close to me. Together, we read books, play cars, and of course, wrestle a bit. The other day, he was pretending his bed was a car and wanted me to sit right there next to him. He was surprisingly insistent, actually. So I came and sat next to him and laughed and talked with him. But the real reason he wanted me to sit by him, was so he could lean down every 10 seconds and ask me for a kiss. He would look at me with those bright blue, darling eyes and ask, "Kiss, please." Then he would pucker up those cute little lips and tilt his head, and plant one of his super sweet and super wet kisses on me. It melted my heart.
Most of you know, that a little bit ago, I was so worried that he had some speech impediment or hearing problem. He wasn't saying words, and the very few he did, weren't understandable at all. Well, turns out, I was being a worry wort. He is now officially a chatter box. He talks about everything. I love hearing him tell me about the truck that just passed and everything else that he thinks is so important. I really shouldn't worry about these things. I know that all kids learn things at different times and as long as I am doing all I can, he will be fine.
I know this post is all about Jonathan, but he is my life. We have so much fun together and I thank my Heavenly Father every day for him and the gift that he is in my life. I would not be the same without him, and I am grateful for that fact, because he has definitely changed me for the better. I have learned patience, humility, and the true meaning of "tired to the bone" from being his mom, more than I could have learned through any job or any other life experience.
Here are a few pictures of this fantastic little guy. Although, he doesn't think he is so little anymore. But to mom, he will always be my little boy.
Often times, I find him running around like this. I never realized how difficult it would be to keep a little boy dressed during the day. He loves to strip down to his undies, and even better, loves to run around in his boots. He is actually quite obsessed with his boots and his church shoes. He always has one pair or the other on. The little mischievous grin, that round belly, the little chubby legs, and of course his undies and books; is a combination that makes me laugh every single time!
What did I tell you? Here he is, just out of the bath and already has his church shoes on. He is such a crack up.
It would take an entire post to describe his obsession with cars and car keys! When we were in Utah, at Holly and McKay's house, I walked into the foyer to find him sitting like this. He was even trying to steer the tiny little wheel with the tips of his fingers. Just about every single day and all day long, you can find him toting around a set of car keys.
And everything I have just described, makes up this cute little thing. With all the sass, stubbornness, and goofiness, he has always been and will always be my handsome, sweet little boy!
He loves to help me study. Although, sometimes his idea of studying involves him sitting right on top of my book and showing me his toys. It's about then, that I realize I am probably due for a play break.
Doesn't matter the time of day, we can always have fun and be silly with each other. This particular morning, we spent quite a chunk of time playing in these boxes. I'm pretty sure I had as much fun as he did.
Here he is in Utah, helping shovel snow at Uncle Brian and Aunt Debbie's house. He loved the snow and especially loved being at their house. They were kind enough to watch him while Morgan and I went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert with my mom and dad. I am so glad that he loved the snow and that the cold never even fazed him.
