Sometimes I worry that Boo eats too much sugar, too many cookies, too many unhealthy choices. I try not to stress about it, but it’s hard.

But then there are nights like tonight where do you know what the boy chose to eat for a snack while waiting for dinner? Frozen broccoli. It was even his idea to eat broccoli with our orange chicken and rice, but apparently he couldn’t wait for this delicacy. He say on his little stool in the kitchen eating frozen broccoli from the bag while we fixed dinner.

Amazing. That’s all I can say.

The Boo chose his clothes for the first time the other day, with Daddy cheering him on I can only presume. He didn’t do badly: blue sweatpants, yellow t-shirt, bright red socks. What can I say, the boy likes some color.

It’s a momentous occasion because he’s never been interested in dressing himself before. In an effort to glean some advice on how to get him dressed more easily in the morning (sometimes it can take forEVER with MUCH resistance), several people suggested I let him pick his clothes out.

Fine, no problem.

Except he didn’t want to. Given the choice, he’d rather be naked. Not so good for going out, especially seeing as it’s winter.

So I was really surprised when I came home the other day and H said Boo had picked out his own clothes. Well, how about that? He even picked out underwear. Why do I get the feeling his childhood will soon be over and I won’t get to shop for him any more?

Today I cried a lot, and Boo kept bringing me a towel to dry my eyes. He gave lots of hugs and kisses and offered things like his space shuttle and playdough to play with.

H thought he was trying to cheer me up. So I said, you know what really makes me happy? Knitting.

So the boy brought me my bag of knitting. Isn’t he the cleverest, sweetest, most adorable boy ever? Pure joy, he is. Pure joy.