Two years old, but on the precipice of three, life with Ziggy is…real.
It's so real.
But aside from his propensity for loud protest should a thing not be to his liking, this kid is a gem. Whip-smart and cheeky as they come. And always, always looking for another chance to snuggle on the couch. My god, this kid can snuggle.
And he grows. As they do. I noticed with a lingering sadness that he has dropped some of his mispronunciations.
His big brother is no longer "Bubba!" but Luca.
Granma is just Granma – not WaWa.
Coachroach is gone – plain old cockroach in its place.
But thank goodness, for now, lounge room is still lounge-droom.
I love lounge-droom.