I love Andrew and his fun and excited ways. He freaks out when I come downstairs screaming Dada. He is now asking people for “up”. He comes toddling over in his drunken wobbly walk and lifts his arms and face up to you pleading to be picked up. Most of the time once he is up he twists like a whirling dervish and attempts to throw himself to the floor. He has to be completely dead asleep to lay softly and quietly on my shoulder. But when he does it is the best feeling ever. Getting him out of the car when he is asleep and he lifts his eyes sleepily, gives a tiny smile and lays his head on my shoulder and I melt.
Of course I did not dare touch him in this bean and guacamole state of his. I had to run to work.