This might embarrass him

I love my kid.  He makes me laugh all the time.  Just now, he walked into the kitchen with phone in hand.  He says "Mom, poop."  And then "Hey"  and then kisses me on the head.  That is all.  Now he is off to bed.
I love my kid.  He is full of nonsense.   He is full of fun.  He is smart.  He is wise.  He is growing up.
Jacob never really went through an awful phase.  He tried to mouth off once or twice but ended up on the wrong end of Danny's two finger point.  He has been snarky and surly but again, ended up on the wrong end of Danny"s two finger point.  He has now become, or actually gone back to, this wonderful kid.
And I use the term 'kid' in the very best way.  I see the man that Jacob is becoming, but Jacob doesn't seem to be in any real hurry to grow up.  He has his job, he budgets his money, he makes a frozen pizza.  I think that is enough for right now.  Jacob will have plenty of time to be all growed up!  I like him like he is right now, right now.
I love my kid.  I love that he just amazed himself by throwing a half eaten Girl Scout cookie up in the air and catching it in his mouth.  I love that he is now talking about how amazing he is. 

We were going to stop at two.  Made that decision a little too late since Jacob had already begun.  Danny and I never really had the chance to settle into the idea of just two before I knew I was pregnant.  I cannot imagine the void there would be in every day without this boy. 
No one makes me laugh like Jacob does.  No one drives me to the brink of frustration like Jacob does.  For example, he needed to be in bed forty minutes ago.  In that forty minutes, he chatted with me about work, bugged Hayley, ate some cookies, watched a video online about the Invisible Children, a charity that he is involved in, ate some more cookies, went to his room, came back up stairs, went on a hunt for his head phones, went to my room, and as I type is still up there.
Jacob's Grandpa Mark describes Jacob best when he just shakes his head and laughs.  Most of the time there are no words.

Oh, remember when I said he was supposed to be in bed forty seven minutes ago...now he is trying to balance a broom and an egg.  He just went back upstairs to inform Danny that, "Dad, the cosmos sucks around our house."
It is now fifty two minutes past his bed time.  I have no idea where he is or what he is doing.  He could be laying on the top step with Harlow.  Or maybe turning over everything in Hayley's room.  There might be a serious conversation going on between Jacob and his dad or they may be watching Family Guy.  This might be the night he decides to try a new face washing routine, or he may have moved in on Hayley's skype session with her boyfriend.  It really is hard to tell, fifty five minutes past...

I love my kid.