"Oh, no!" said the boy.

Isaiah has been talking in "book" language a lot lately.

Sometimes he narrates his own life: "'I'm hungry,' said Isaiah."

But he also enjoys narrating his play/imaginary world: "'Oh, no!' said the boy."

Sometimes I have to speak in book language to get him to hear me: "'It's time for your quiet time. Please go upstairs,' said the mama."

This boy of mine is getting to be so grown up, and I am loving him more every day. Lately, when I look at him I see a boy and not a baby or a toddler any more. Sometimes I feel sad about this, but sometimes I feel how our relationship is growing and it makes me so happy. We talk about things a lot--we really talk. I see his gentle spirit and compassionate heart. I laugh at his jokes. I hear him process his experiences at school (when I am not there) and I realize that he can and should grow without me there all the time. I am so proud of my boy and so grateful for him.

Oh, and just so you know, Ezra said "Read, please" for the first time today. So these two boys are taking after their book-obsessed parents. (Yes, when we moved, I think I estimated that we own between 400 and 500 books. That's a lot of books.)