Forgotten

I’d forgotten from when Mallory was around this age, but I am remembering quickly how much fun it is to see Carson try to say new words. He’s been babbling for a  while, but now his babbling has transitioned into “words” that I think he thinks actually make sense.

So as he marches around the house, clad only in a diaper, his sister’s pink backpack, a monkey toy and a box of football guys in his hands, making some sort of noise, I imagine he is saying “Mom – look at me. Aren’t I hilarious?”