When his feelings have been hurt or when someone else gets hurt, he cups each eye with a hand and cries.
He loves to be on the highest surface in every room.
Recently, he has started saying two word phrases. The one that is clearest is,"Eat hungry." He'll also say something that has the same intonation as, "here you go!" He loves to make animal noises and may greet you with his "claws" extended accompanied with a growl. It is a sign of play, not anger.
He LOVES to read. It is what he begs for at the end of the day before bedtime and cries when storytime is over. "eed,eed, eed, eed!"
He loves to sit in your lap and snuggle, when he isn't climbing the couch and trying to stand on your head.
If he thinks someone is hurting me, he'll come to my defence . . . unless it is him who is beating me with his windmill whirling arm punches.
He loves, loves, loves to wrestle and play chase. He is rarely still.
If there is a "chase" on TV, he will scream and squeal in excitement.
He loves to cheer and heckle at sporting events more than anyone in our family.
He hates to be outside when it is hot. Outside events are super hard for him when it is hot outside.
He refuses to sit in any kind of "chair"---makes eating at restaurants very, uh, busy.
He loves to give hugs.
His favorite . . . TRAINS! and boxing.
This is our Merritt during our Family Reunion. He got close and personal with a bajillion goats . . . well, he just smelled like he did afterwards, but, really, he hugged LOTS of goats.
(yes, that is a monkey harness that we use . . . saves his life and our lives again and again. Just the weight on his back seems to help him attend better.)
