Thanks for the reminder, sweet boy.

This conversation occurred out of the blue yesterday as I was putting on Anthony's shoes to head out to the grocery store for our weekly grocery run.

Anthony: Mama, I'm so glad you're here.
Me: Awwww, thanks Bud! I'm so glad you're here too. I love you so much.
Anthony: (leans over and puts his arms around my neck) I love you too, Mama.

My heart melted. He'll never know what moments like that do for me.

He's all boy.

Literally.

I have toyed with the idea of posting/not posting this for several days because I know that one day, Anthony will be old enough to read this and further down the road, old enough to be embarrassed by it. But, I've decided to document it because it was so darn funny!

Two mornings ago, Mark was changing Anthony's diaper first thing in the morning.

Anthony: Wut(i.e., "look"), Daddy. My penis. It's longer!
Mark: Ummmm. Uhhhhh. That's right, Bud. You've got a hard-on.

Two conclusions I came to after hearing this story:

1) if there was any doubt in anyone's mind that Anthony is all boy, ladies and gentlemen, here is your proof that he is indeed just that and

2) the jury is still out on which of the 2 is more mature - Anthony for only being 2 1/2 years old and using the correct, scientific name for his penis or Mark for being 36 years old and explaining Anthony's erection to him as "having a hard-on."

Sorry, couldn't resist.