The Perfect Age!

As I was driving to work yesterday I was thinking about how PB is the perfect age. He just couldn't be anymore fun. I adore watching him develop new skills everyday. Then I thought about how at each age I have been absolutely convinced that it was my favorite age. I realize I have a tendency to think about the future and spend too much time planning for tomorrow instead of living in today. However, with PB it seems each moment with him is THE moment. THE time that is just right. Even his new found love of flopping on the floor in a fit of frustration is enjoyable to me. (I hide my laughter so he doesn't get more frustrated.) He is talking in full sentences now, but they are his own made up language. Of course he doesn't understand why we don't respond with what he wants, but he is getting better at using his english words as well. Yesterday after we got home and he put away his jacket, hat and mittens, he came into the kitchen and said, "help me." I looked down and he had gotten one shoe off and put away, but could not get the other one off. That I can understand and help with! It made me smile and think again, he is just the best, RIGHT NOW. It is a great lesson to spread to the rest of my life. Again one of the greatest teachers I have is my son.