As usual, I have much to say and little time to say it. Hopefully I'll get to some of these posts in my mind over the break.
But for now:
Tonight we gave Jo his fifth Chanukah present (we've given him a little one each night -- thus far a package of socks [hey, it's a Jewish tradition], a light-up singing dreidl, a rubber ball, and a set of teething keys). It was two maracas, one red, one purple. He recognized them from his music classes, and his whole face lit up as he grabbed them and started to shake.
I want to see that look on his face, again and again and again.*
Here he is rocking his maracas.
*That's how kids get spoiled, isn't it. Oh, dear...