I love that he loves our dog. After all the main reason I got another dog after Monty died was because of JJ. When we first met Phoenix he went straight to JJ. He wouldn’t go near me at first. I love that he enjoys playing with him and I think the feeling’s mutual don’t you? Look at the smiles on both of them.
And I love that the trampoline I bought for JJ ten years ago still gets used. Don’t see many of these ones around any more.
See all the things I love about him.
I used to add snippets here of the things I love about him (my son) but I haven’t done it since 2006. He was five then. He’s 13 now.
When people ask me how he is I usually sigh and say, ‘he’s a teenager’. Sure, there’s attitude, but there are good things too.
The other day we had to move the dining table back into the kitchen and we were having a hard time getting it through the door. I knew there was a way because it originally got into the kitchen and out again. I was just about to give up when JJ said let’s try this.
His way worked and we soon had the table back into the room.
PS: the photo above was one of many I took, but the only one where he was sticking his finger up.
When – without me asking – he puts a new roll on the toilet roll dispenser.
I love that he’s more adventurous with trying new foods and that he’s eating lots more fruit and vegetables. He particularly loves his carrots and loves dipping raw carrots into the tuna/cottage cheese dip I make that he wouldn’t touch at first.
When he is proud that I am around. I dropped into his childcare the other day to watch ten minutes or so of his dance class. He saw me, ran over and said hallo, then immediately went and told the dance teacher that his mum was here. I treasure these moments because I know that one day, most likely, he will be embarrassed to be around me.
When I had my friends over the other night for the surprise birthday party we were all out in the back room. JJ piped up and said, ‘Excuse me everyone’. When he had everyone’s attention he said, ‘The toilet’s over there.’ He pointed to the bathroom so everyone knew where to go.
It made me feel like a bad hostess, but very proud that at least one member of our family has the good manners to make sure everyone knows where to go to empty their bladder.
He carried on his good host bit by dipping biscuits in the dip and passing them around too.
When he tells me I’m beautiful (without being prompted). He’s learning fast. He also tells other people they’re beautiful, but I’m the main one. He will also tell me he loves me and then plant a kiss on my face.
