Squealer!

While the title really says it all I must describe this new favorite past time of Jackson's. He squeals. And he loves it too. As high pitched a squeal as he can muster is his favorite. He does this not out of frustration, anger, or hunger, but for the shear joy of being a sweet baby boy. I suppose he likes to hear his voice make new noises and is just trying them all out... Oh yes, and his favorite time to do this? In the evening usually, when Daddy gets home. It makes Daddy smile extra big after a long day of work, and of course Jackson is all about pleasing us... ; ).
He squeals mostly at his jittery Pal, Mr. Duck, who hangs on his bouncer, as if to say " Mr. Duck, hey dude what's up? Why don't we tell each other stories? Say something Mr. Duck!!!" But the Damn duck never does... But Jackson Daniel doesn't care... He talks to him anyway.
And so I am reminded of this aspect of childhood. Doing things for the shear joy of doing them. Not because you necessarily want to be rewarded or expect to gain anything from doing so, but because it just makes you feel good inside.
Thank you Jackson. For reminding me, nearly every day, of the sweet bliss of your current state of mind. I know you will grow up someday and have problems arise, you won't have the cool jeans, or some stupid girl will break your heart, but for now you are just my sweet boy. And when that time comes I will hold you close, if you will let me, just as I do now. I will get out my sewing machine and make those jeans the coolest and god help any little girl that breaks my boy's heart. Enjoy your life sweet thing. Squeal to the top of your lungs, Smile huge, un-hurting smiles, and hold onto this bliss as long as you can.