The giggle when you’re tickled.
The thumb-in-mouth reflex when the magic blanket touches your face.
The conducting of an imaginary orchestra when you’re excited.
The puckering of your mouth when you’re in a mood.
The babbling of “mamamama” before sleep reaches you.
And yes, even the way you poo on the carpet. Even that I love.
These are the things I want to remember. Because I know that in a few weeks you’ll have changed again.