Mom!!!

Mom!!  Hurry mom look and see! Hurry hurry!

I ran back into my bedroom.

Sawyer barely moves his eyes to meet mine.

Look mom, I made the letter "C"

Sure did.

Walking into Walmart.  There's a guy smoking outside.

Mom he has fire.  Mom that guy has fire.

He's a fireman.

Not quite.

E was in Washington D.C. for about 5 days.

There is a rec center here for the students called the T.C.C.

Mom where is dad?

He's in Washington D.C.

Oh. Washington T.C.C.

I was on the phone repeating my 7 digit phone number.
I don't remember why.
Okay. Pizza.
Sawyer in the back immediatly repeats all 7 digits.
He now knows my phone number.
Promise.  You can quiz him.

Our grass has been covered with dandelions.

Sawyer and his friend Taylor are running around and picking them.

Dandelion! Dandelion!

Taylor runs and gives one to her dad, "Dandelion!"

Sawyer runs and hands one to me,

A Mommy-Lion!

It's hard to put this guy into words, since he doesn't say much.

What he does say is funny.

LET GO!  LET GO!

That's if I'm trying to dress him, close a door or if I'm just generally in his way.

I call him baby pterodactyl now.

Sometimes he has this yell/screech...

I am confident it's what a pterodactyl sounded like.

Confident.

(Good thing there's spell check, that's one tricky "p")

He still gives the most adorable and cheesy grins in town.

He LOVES to be outside, eat cheese and hot dogs, harass Sawyer, devour fruit snacks, take baths, throw sticks and rocks, read books, when daddy comes home and his binky.

He DOES NOT love getting his teeth brushed, having his diaper changed, any vegetable or grown-up food, when Sawyer harasses him or when mommy leaves.