Caleb loves his bed. He takes any and all visitors to his room to check it out. Sometimes during the day we'll just lay in it together and read books or just cuddle and talk. He has such a vocabulary. He never stops talking. He gets really frustrated when I don't understand what he says. He has started being pretty demanding and I have to remind him to speak nicely to me and he says, "oooh, sowwy, Mommy" and gives me a kiss. I love it when he says, "Mommy, where are you?" and searches throughout the house. Hello, my house is on the rather small side and you just have to turn the corner to find whatever you're looking for. :) He loves my hair. LOVES, LOVES, LOVES my hair. He grabs it and buries his face in it, puts it in his mouth and sucks on it, and rubs it in his eyes. He is so funny. So weird. Guess I won't be cutting it short any time soon (not like I was going to anyway).
I love my Caleb-Caleb, yes I do!! (a line from a song I sing to him) :)