All the little things

Tonight as I picked up Reed from daycare, the provider Sue warned me, "Are you ready to see your baby is now a big boy?" Sue cuts Reed's hair for me and so far she's only done it a few times. She keeps it long and babyish for me, but today it was little shorter and much more boyish. It looked great, but the fresh, new "big boy" haircut got me a little sentimental so I decided I should document some of the daily encounters with Reed and the new little quirks he is developing.

• Tonight when I told him that I was making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He pulled out the thimble berry jam from the fridge. This is his jam of choice...handpicked thimble berries from the Upper Pennisula of Michigan, canned by his Grandpa Mihelich. After he handed this to me, he went back and pulled out the Smuckers. That's for Mom...he wasn't sharing the thimble berry.

• Reed and I were each eating a piece of string cheese. In between every bite he made certain that we bumped our cheeses together and said "Cheers!"

• In the spirit of March Madness, Reed will randomly yell, "Basketball!" I'm not exaggerating when I say he is yelling. He shouts it at the top of his lungs. I think this is representative of the fact that he took interest in basketball in the last couple weeks...when the Illini had some close losses. I think he may have noticed Bob getting heated and associated this with how you are supposed to talk(passionately, shall we say) when a basketball is involved. It's a shame that Illinois didn't make the Big Dance. Reed had just learned "Illini" and "Oskee Wow Wow!"

• Reed has taken a shining to the number 2. If anyone is having a birthday and you ask him how old they are turning, he quickly response with "Two!" He likes to find two like objects in a book or hold two like objects in his hands so he can announce, "Two _____!" Tonight he picked the seeds out of the apple core, buried a seed in each fist and then dramatically opened both hands at once, boasting "Two Seeds!"

I could go on and on with little interactions. Reed never ceases to amaze me and sometimes I can't believe that he is talking already. In some ways, it seems like we just brought him home from the hospital, and in others, it feels like he has been with us forever. In a month and a half, we'll be celebrating his second birthday, and in two and a half months, the birth of his little brother or sister. Life is only going to get more interesting from here!