Things I want to remember about my day with Matthew yesterday:

- He woke up quite happy. He’s been sleeping well again and readjusting back to Pacific time. So that is nice! He’s always so excited to see me in the mornings. He smiles largely and immediately puts his arms up to ask to come out of bed, after playing halfheartedly with some dolls. I ask him, “Where’s your baby doll?” and he picks him up, hugs him, kisses him, puts him up to my face to kiss him and then throws him harshly aside, done with pleasantries and ready to start his day.

- As he was playing with some foam blocks he got for Christmas, he put one into a large box (the one that held his Tonka Truck he got from his grandparents) that was standing upright. After reaching into it and finding he was unable to reach it, he came over and tugged my arm. I asked him, “What happened?” and he pointed at the box and said, “There!” (his version, rather, is “duh!”) so I went over and helped pull out the two foam blocks he’d dumped in. He walked away smiling.

- Matthew got thirsty. I asked him if he wanted me to get him some milk, and he marched over to the living room door and tried to open it. I opened it, and then he marched over to the kitchen and pointed at the refrigerator. I poured him some milk and he marched away sucking happily at his sippy cup.

- Matthew got hungry. I told him I was getting some food ready for him and once I got his little sandwich together, I asked him to get into his booster seat, which he did - he marched over and tried to unbuckle the straps (he’s fascinated with the straps lately and buckles them all up not too long after he’s last used them) and climb in at the same time.

- Matthew wanted to go outside. He kept going at the door and then tried to go down the stairs, so I acquiesced. We went to the park and Matthew had a grand time.

- At dinner time last night, I made Matthew cry. I foresee a lot of angst in teenage years coming up. He was eating cinnamon french toast I made for him (after hoovering an orange - this boy is addicted to citrus - he had his mouth wide open and constantly grunting waiting for me to peel and give him wedges of orangey goodness) and decided to play with the food by throwing it on the floor. I grabbed his hand and told him “No!” sternly, that we don’t throw food on the floor, it’s not nice, and if you’re all done, tell mama “All done!” He stared at me momentarily, his eyes grew big and watered up, lip quivering, and then he opened his mouth and burst into tears! I pulled him out of the booster seat and we cuddled for a moment before he ran off to stand behind a chair and stare at me sullenly before he decided I was okay after all and came back for more snuggles. Then he finished munching a little more before he was totally done.

I know this is probably not the last time something like this will happen, but the big watery eyes? A killer, man.