Pieces of You

I like when I put my hands in my coat pocket and find a small piece of you there - your sock, a toy star, a piece of bark from the playground that you handed to me – I think of how small you are and how easy it is to forget that somehow.

Saggy Baggy

You've started to want to hold the books on your own and turn the pages, sometimes with frustration because they flip back on you. I put my finger on them from the side to help hold them down. You like the picture of the lion jumping in The Saggy Baggy Elephant. I grab your belly and roar, or do my approximation of a roar which will probably leave you confused when you hear an actual lion roar. When I do it though, you smile, your mouth open just a bit.

Beginnings

I know most people would have started some sort of record a long time ago. Unfortunately, most people are not your parents. Although that would certainly have made Christmas/Hannakuh more bountiful.
So here it is. A small journal of your life, one small day at a time.