He stands at the door with his shoes in his hand and his coat draped over his shoulders and says, “ow, ow, ow” for large parts of the day. The words, “Josh, want to go for a drive?” bring a huge smile to his face. This little man in not a home body.
He loves shoes. It’s one of his only words. He brings me different pairs throughout the day and if I don’t put them on him, he gets mad, sits on the floor and tries to do it himself. He isn’t close to being able to do it, but I love that he tries.