As trying as this little one can be at times, especially at bedtime or in locations where he must be quiet, I know I can count on this smile at any moments notice.
It doesn’t really matter his mood, you can get him to break out into fits of laughter with little effort at all.
He loves to tell stories. Crazy, unrealistic, make believe stories that, if they don’t make you laugh, will have him cracking up at himself anyway. He tells his stories with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and crazy facial expressions so that, really, even if the story isn’t funny, you’ll probably laugh at his expression regardless.
He loves to be a stinker. The things he thinks are most funny are the things he continually gets in trouble for. You just have to say something like “butt” or “poop” to elicit this kind of hysterics. Is funny if you say it to him, but he thinks it’s way more funny if he says it after he’s been asked not to.
He loves to talk. And talk, and talk. Hence the reason he doesn’t like bedtime nor places like, church. “Mommy, I just don’t like church because I have to be quiet!” he says most weeks. I can’t count how many times I say each night, “Nolan, no more talking.” Or Benny whines from his bed, “Nolan, you’re waking me up.”
He is stubborn. “He’s tenacious” Ken says when I complain that he’s still talking two hours after bedtime, or that he’s just been put in timeout for the 10th time today, or when he hasn’t eaten anything but cheese and crackers for the past 12 meals (breakfast included).
He is happy and sweet and loving. Out of blue, in the middle of playing or watching a show he will stop and say, “Mommy, I love you.” He loves for me to lay in his bed and cuddle, probably more so because he has an audience to listen to him than the fact that he loves to cuddle… but I’ll take it as cuddling.
He is a lover of life, energetic and entertaining.
Love you, buddy.