Cruising. Obsession with the dog dishes. Tiny inklings of two bottom teeth finally breaking through. New classrooms. An affinity for wrestling under the covers. Absolute adoration of your brother. Longing for Mommy. Ballet points. Avoidance of sharing. Eating. Eating. Eating. Waving. Saying "dog." Then yelling at her for stealing your food.
Glowing. Growing. Going. And we're loving every second of it.