Ansel is a ball of joy and passionate emotion. When he's happy, he's not just happy, he's over the moon. When he's sad or angry, it is no small thing. The whole world is ending and there will never be another day of sunshine.
He loves art, music(he always asks me to change to music if I put on NPR), running outside and playing with sticks, Star Wars, the color green, chocolate, bananas, and anything his older brother wants or likes.
Ansel is very affectionate. Just last night he fell asleep laying on top of me. I don't know if it's just his inherent personality or if it's from the many years of breastfeeding, cosleeping, and babywearing, but he loves to hug, kiss, hold hands, and generally lay or sit smashed up against his adult of choice. He tests my patience on a daily basis, but makes up for it in sweet gestures. Just last night he grabbed my face, kissed me and said, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world and I'm sorry for every mean thing I've said to you." You can't make this stuff up! I don't know where he gets it!
(The photos were not taken by me. I wish I had that much talent! They were taken by Melody Yazdani Photography.)
I love that he makes you change the station from NPR. He kind of looks like he has the soul of a musician. Don't you think (not to mention - the GREAT hair!).
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Kiran
Maybe he does! My older son has always been too self conscious to sing or dance or anything like that. But not Ansel! He dances in the car with me as we drive along and he sings along. There's been several times I've busted him wiggling his hips and singing, "I got the moves like Jagger, I got the moo-oo-oo-ves like Jagger." LOL!
DeleteOh that's a heart-grabber. Mine turned six in December too! I'm still tighting the elastic on her size 5t jeans; your strapping little guy could probably carry her around like a doll :). I bet you that scene of him grabbing your face and telling you that you were beautiful will be a memory photograph you will carry with you until you die. Thank god we have those moments.
ReplyDeleteIt's pretty funny. My husband and I are entirely "average" size. And then here comes Ansel, off the charts! And he was a skinny baby no less. There's just no telling.
DeleteAs for those scenes.... I have a slew of them in my back pocket. These things aren't out of the ordinary for him AT ALL. He makes up all kinds of things that he wants to do. Like this back and for where he says, "I love you a hundred." And I say, "I love you a thousand." And we go back and forth, ever higher, until someone hits infinity. I wish I could take credit for initiating these little exchanges, but I can't! It's all him!
But then on the flip side, he's rough and tumble and smacks his brother and flings himself off of furniture. A couple of months ago, he even went to the office for hitting a little girl in a class because, "She talked down to me." He's a riot! (Don't get me wrong. We were upset he hit someone. But his reasoning killed me!)
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ReplyDeleteAh ah! Same here! Every so often I realised I forgot to blog about one of my kids' birthday...oooops! But there's always the 6month birthday to blog about ;-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics indeed :-)
You're right. That's another good time to catch up on it.
DeleteAnd thank you! I still really love all these pictures.