Sweet

Three days before Valentine's Day, I'm thrilled to say Andrew has been SWEET for two days in a row now! He's sweet every day, of course, but lately the tantrums overshadow the sweet.

When he gets a cereal bar from the pantry, he brings me one too.

We have a chair-and-a-half, aka a snuggler, aka an oversized chair. This morning he wanted to sit next to me in it and read books. And snuggle.

I think he's trying to call me Mommy. It comes out "Nah-ni." No Davidow has ever referred to me as Mommy due to my freak-out at the mere suggestion of that handle when Andrew was born. I am Mom. Or Mama, as Andrew says. Or Jennifer, as I'm trying to get him to say. But his teachers call all the moms "Mommy." And I have to say it doesn't freak me out so much anymore.

Here are pictures of his Valentine's shirts from last year. My sweet little Love Bandit and Hunk-a Burnin' Love.