jackson talks incessantly. i’m grateful because i can see and experience him seeing and experiencing, taking everything in and reporting back.

“i’m ok? i fine.”

“phone. call. pops? mahdaddy?”

“cakes. pan cakes. LIKE cakes!!!”

“crying… CRYING… CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“dog.”

“TWO dog.”

“all done.”

“yuckies. mom YUCKIES!!!” (tugs at diaper)

“no potty. bath???”

“PLAAAAAAAANE.”

“windy.”

“rain? sun. bright sun.”

“swing. wee. slide.”

“play play play outside.”

“rocks. no throw.”

“dirt. stick. play.”

“baketbawl.”

“soccahbawl.”

“birdie…. CAWWWW!!!!”

“ride? ride? car? NOM NOMS.”

“juice. more juice. more peeeeeeeeas.”

“horn. cow.”

“se-a-me. elmo. ernie. big bird. BIIIIIIIIG bird.”

“moo cow. MOOOOOOOOOOOOO cow.”

“eledents. BIIIIIIIIIG eledents.” (elephant noise)

“i’m ok. i’m ok.”

“mommy up. mommy down. no down.”

“mess.”

“OH NO mess.”

“treat? prize? monkey?” (monkey noise)

“moose. BIIIIIIG moose.”

“foobawl.”

“fubble foobawl.”

“books. frog books. green frogs. jump.”

“suggle??? mom… suggle??? mommy… suggle???”

*heart melts*

“yes baby, let’s go suggle.”

then we lay on the rug in his bedroom and my son crawls and jumps all over me. it’s not exactly “snuggling,” but it works for us.