The little circle traced on the carpet when taking turns parading with the other kids while watching The Snowman Promenade. The peculiar, sober, endearing stiff-armed hand-clapping (lack of fine-motor control at the wrists). closes in (yet again!) to gobble up his toes. Teeter-tottering on tiptoe, metronomic side-to-side, while grooving on Kipper the Dog or Sheriff Woody. The waddling walk as he heads toward the kitchen, to reconnoiter his beloved hash-browns. He makes me soooo happy with his little ways
