A few weeks ago, I wrote about how Brady wasn’t enjoying his new class schedule very much. He cried for the entire first class of swimming and most of his first “Not Two Young To Learn” class. The following week, he cried for 1/2 of swim class and about 15 minutes of N2Y2L. We had to skip swimming last week due to sick and puking brothers, but N2Y2L elicited only 3 minutes of crying. At swim class this past Monday, Brady was a CHAMP! He held my hand as we walked his brothers to their respective classes and then led me around to our area. He was eager and happy to get in, uttered not even one whimper and did everything he was supposed to do: kick, splash, climb out, jump in, blow bubbles, float on his back, go under water and swim after a toy with me leading him around holding out only one finger per hand for him to grab. During our “toy chasing”, he said to me, “mama…I a swimur!” He got about 50 kisses during class…I was so proud!!!

And just in time for Valentine’s Day, here are some other adorable things Brady has said to me lately:

1. After waking up from his nap “mama…I miss ew!” (I missed you during my nap)

2. After I said, “I love you Bear,” he said, “me toooo”

3. Several, completely unsolicited “i uh ew mama” (I love you mama). This was accompanied by a knee hug delivered as he flew by the kitchen, noticed me, stopped, gave me love and continued on his way. What could be better?!

4. Just a funny story: I had to round up stuffed animals from downstairs at bedtime tonight. Brady was already in his crib so I stopped by his room with “everyone”. I handed him Jelly Bear and went to leave. He said, “no mama…at one toooo” and pointed at Aiden’s Bear. Aiden wouldn’t even notice so I handed Bitster Bear over. I went to leave. Again, Brady stopped me and said, “no mama…and dat one,” pointing to Clifford. I figured Logan would understand (he didn’t even notice he has so many animals in his bed these days anyway). Brady was so super happy with his three bears. He spread them around his head and snuggled right in. Makes me wonder how fortuitous our nickname for him was. He’s been “Bear” since he came home from the hospital!