Great Job, Mama!

With all the "mine's", "no's" and "no way's" I encounter on a daily basis with my two year old, I sometimes forget to hone in on the good. The heart swelling moments.

Like the times, he hands me the black crayon and says, "cheer mama, draw with me." Of course, you are only allowed to use the black crayon. Any other color will result in a relapse into the world of what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine.

There are those days when he actually wants you to play with him instead of just watching him play. I think those moments are pretty special. Sometimes he even gives you his favorite car to play with.

I like when he randomly yells, "MAMA" and runs to give me a hug.

Or when he tells a knock knock joke to an entire table of your enchanted family that no one understands and then laughs at his own, indistinguishable, punchline. Or the fact that he thinks in order to tell a really good knock knock joke, you have to first say "knock, knock" to each individual person before beginning the joke.

But the best moment happened the other day. We were looking at a book and I asked Samuel how many windows were on thet bus. Then I counted them. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...Look Sam, there are 8 windows on that bus." My two year old, looked up at me and said, "Great job, Mama."