I mean, just look how thrilled Josh is to have a new piece of headware.
While we're on the subject (sort of) of Deacon helping, he does love to help. He loves to help cook, clean (unless it's picking up toys...that can be like pulling teeth sometimes with him), carry stuff, put the groceries on the counter to be rung up, etc. One night Josh was doing the dishes, and Deacon, of his own accord, got the stool out from the bathroom, carried it to the sink, and proceeded to "help".
Still in his jammies, but with his rain boots on (this is what prompted the start of our water walks), swinging Zeke's dirty underpants around. That's right, those underpants are dirty, which means he fished around in the hamper for them. Why he was even in his closet when he was supposed to be in his bed is beyond me. Most of what this kid does is beyond me, but that's what makes him so much fun.
Then there's his favorite activity of sitting in boxes. I have no idea where/why/how this started, but if there's an empty box laying around, you can be sure Deacon will be in that box in one way or another.
Besides all this, Deacon also makes some of the greatest faces I've ever seen. Of course, he won't make any of them for the camera, but I promise you, they are classic. Especially when he says things to go along with his faces.
For example, the other day we were eating lunch. Zeke was so tired he had his head on his arm on the table while eating his sandwich. So I said, "Mommy's tired" (because I was). Zeke picked up his head and said, "Zeke tired too." So then Deacon opened his eyes as wide as they could possibly go, smiled his biggest smile, and said in a rather upbeat and high pitched voice, "Deacon tired tooooooOO!!!" For some reason I just didn't believe him.
His most used phrase though, and it's really funny sometimes, is "I can't". I'm not sure where he picked this up from but he uses it for everything he doesn't want to do. Like, if we try to put his pants back on him at night after he's taken them off he'll say, "I can't pants. I can't." Or if I ask him if he wants his sandwich cut into triangles or squares he might say, "I can't triangles. I can't squares. I can't sandwich." Or if Josh asks him for a hug when Josh gets home from work Deacon will sometimes say, "I can't Daddy. I can't hug." "I can't Deacon" is another favorite, but I'm having a hard time figuring out what makes him say that one. "I can't Deacon." Oh, I'm sure you can Deacon as you are Deacon.
But my favorite thing about Deacon is how sweet and snuggly he has become. Not that he wasn't always sweet, he was, but he was not always snuggly.
See, Zeke used to love being held from the beginning. He didn't like being put down as a baby, and would sit and snuggle with whomever. Deacon, never much liked it. He was a bit more independent I guess? But over the last year I guess (so fear not you mothers with little ones who don't like to snuggle, you may still get your chance) he's been such a little snuggle bug.
Moments like this just kill me with its sweetness.
Even though he can be difficult at times (he's stubborn, and wild at times, and there seems to be absolutely NO form of discipline that seems to work on him), he is such a joy and just so much fun. He's the cutest thing and he knows it. Which is probably why discipline doesn't work on him. He just makes a face, flashes a smile, or makes a funny comment and it's very hard to keep a straight face and stay stern. For example, the other night I went in to put him back in bed and to tell him, again, to leave the vent alone. I said to him, "Deacon. Stay. In. Bed. Do you hear me?" He just sort of looked at me so I said, "Say it, Deacon" meaning, repeat the command to stay in bed, right. So he smiles a little smile, looks me straight in the eyes and says, "You hear me?" (Make sure you read that with a little bit of sass.) It was very hard to keep myself composed.
But that's our Deacon. And we love him.