it's hard to say goodbye.

this morning my wife and my son sang happy birthday to me in bed, which was very nice. my son knows the song, but didn't really sing. he knew to raise his arms and say "yay!" at the end when the song was over, and that was just as cute as if he were able to sing it all the way through. he's picking up on these kinds of things more and more. when he sees a candle, or soemthing that looks like a candle, he says: "happy.. to you!" he leaves out 'birthday', for some reason. it's cute, either way.
he and i sat and watched sesame street for a little while before i got in the shower, etc. the spanish word of the day was casa. when i repeated it a few times along with the TV, but it didn't seem like he was into it (even though he likes spanish and can count and name things in spanish). but then my wife came in and said hello to us and he turned to her and said: "casa, casa". it's hard to explain but if you were there you would have smiled.
when i came out later, dressed for work but carrying my sock and shoes, he came over to me and started tugging on my pant leg and he said "up, up, up". i picked him up and brought him over to the couch, where managed to hold him and talk to him while putting on my socks and shoes. he let em put him down for a minute, but when he saw me gathering my things together he started to get a little upset and he hugged my legs at the knees and wanted to be picked up again.i did, and i held him tight for a minute while i explained to him that i had to go to work, but i would see him later. i handed him off to my wife, but he was upset. we walked to the door so he could give me a goodbye kiss and wave goodbye. when i leaned in to kiss him he tried to hold into my shirt and climb on me. he was starting to cry, but my wife held him, comforted him, and told him he would see me this afternoon. it was very sweet and it was hard to resist just taking him in my arms one more time; but, just like every morning, i turned and waved as i walked down the path to my car.