First, two funny things from yesterday:

Cohen and I were sitting on the couch and he was climbing all over me jungle-gym style (a daily activity) and he began saying “I’m superman! I’m superman!”  When I would tickle him and pry him off my shoulders, I would say, “Well, I’m super-mama!”  Cohen looked thoughtful for a moment, pausing to stare at the ceiling.  “Well, I’m super-boy!” he finally said.  My son understands compound words!

Scene at dinner: Jacob and Cohen both sitting on the same side of the table. (Already looking a bit odd because I was in the other room with Sophie.)  Cohen must have eyed Jacob’s empty plate of macaroni, because Jacob said, “I love macaroni.”  Cohen pronounced matter-of-factly: “I love you dada.” 

Then, today!

The easter bunny came early today because tomorrow we will be in the Quad Cities.  When Cohen came in our room this morning at 5:30, I was eager to try and get him to go back to sleep.  However, he was excited to go to PaPaPa’s (great-grandpa’s) so there was no chance getting him to crawl back into bed.  I heard him walk into the living room and say softly and slowly, “wow.”  I called him back into our room. “What’s out there Cohen?”  I couldn’t see him in the dark, but I heard him say, still whispering slowly, “A bike.”  Me: “Cohen, the easter bunny must have come early!” Cohen: “YEAH!”

Even though the big wheel is still a little too long for him to reach the pedals, he rode around on it all morning.  Most recently, he pushed himself off toward Sophie’s Baby Einsten toy and said “Bye bye, going to work.”

He is still begging us to go to PaPaPa’s though, so I’d better stop typing this and get ready to go.  This morning when we were dilly-dallying, he sat on his bed with his head in his hands and said, “Never go to PaPaPa’s.”  Don’t worry Cohen, we will!  We have to get to our Easter traditions: the easter egg hunt, the picture of all the cousins in front of the garage, the prize table, and Aunt Amy’s macaroni and cheese….

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