It started with his books. I'd hear him on the couch or in his room with one of his favortie stories spread across his lap. He would read to himself, even getting some of the parts right, but mostly making up words and jibber-jabbering excitedly through it. At the end, he'd clap for himself and say "yea, Kyle!"
Then, he'd pretend to call Mike from my phone, having a conversation with him about Manny and goldfish and then, "bye-bye daddy! See you tomorrow!"
Next, it was the "big, white dog" outside the car window. "Do you SEE it, Mommy?" I didn't because the dog wasn't there. But he saw it, and he would go on to say, "hi doggy! bye doggy!"
He would do the same thing with the "BIG DINOSAUR" on the side of the road or the "tractor" in our front yard. "Do you SEE it?"
Let's see, we've witnessed rolling over, crawling, walking, running, talking, laughing, loving, singing, dancing. We've witnessed miracle after miracle after miracle and it feels unfair to rate them, but at the same time, there's no contest: the first signs of this boy's imagination are blowing me away in unmatched ways.
It's been my favorite part of parenting so far, by far.
I believe he sees all those magical things.
I hope he never stops.