At just about two and a half, my oldest boy will turn a twig from the yard into a hammer, the vacuum attachment into a sword, and a tortilla chip into a car, plane, or train.
He can make truck and motorcycle and emergency vehicle noises, scale the kitchen table mighty quck for someone with an IEP for physical therapy, and discover ways of grossing mommy out already by dipping goldfish crackers in ketchup.
But along with this "typical" boy behavior, he loves to kiss his baby brother, snuggle up to read book after book, and just recently has developed a very nurturing manner towards his stuffed animals, especially Bear.
"Bear sleepin' in bed. Go get Bear. Mommy hug Bear." And so on.
Last night he determined to build Legos with his stuffed friend, so he patiently added blocks to the tower, setting both Bear and the supplies up when one or all would topple. The whole scene was precious, and for once my camera was nearby to capture this tender moment. I wish I could capture each minute of my boys' lives on film.
But this will do.