You love fish and when your pajama shirt has a fish or shark on it you like to wear it all day.
You know so many words and are learning more each day, even though I am the only one who can understand about 50% of them. I love that when you say tongue it sounds like nug, and the way you say ahhhmpeet for armpit literally almost kills me every time. You say your own name with a short u at the beginning, Juh-duh, and you say your little brother’s name perfectly. You say certain words like nails, and shoes with a crazy northern accent.
I love that you are the ultimate “includer.” And want to make sure everyone is doing whatever you are doing, and I love the way you want everyone to be excited about what you’re excited about. ( I see that in myself too and it’s ok if everyone else doesn’t want to look at the birds 100 times, I will.)
You love the movie Cars. You’ve seen it countless times and when a song comes on from the soundtrack you even know which part of the movie it’s from (yikes.)
When asked to “use the force” on someone, you throw your arm out at them and sometimes add an “ugh” sound effect. It makes you giggle when the person falls down or reacts in pain.
You’re funny about food. Something you loved at lunch you may refuse at dinner. And it’s possible something that you refused to try yesterday you will beg for tomorrow.
You are great at using a fork and spoon but still working on not getting soaked when drinking out of a regular cup. Your hearty belly laugh is still my most favorite sound in the whole wide world.
And as far as two year old’s go, Judah Obi Wong, you’re my hands down favorite.