My new favorite thing about Abe is not his gentleness--he's a giver, favorite thing to do in the park is gather leaves to hand to other kids, and he ends most of his days by giving me whatever he'd made his treasure for those hours, today a disgusting gray q-tip. My new favorite thing isn't his sweetness either--the way at bedtime he hums along with me as I hold him bedside his crib to sing to him. It's not his general cuteness, like the way he consistently uses the sign for "more" to tell me that he's finished, or the way he calls our cat Buddy, "Bubba." It's not even Abe's wonder--the way he follows the older kids on our street around with a wide-open face, just expecting them to do amazing, big-kid things for him.
No, all these things pale in comparison to my current favorite thing about Abe. Our son has mastered air-guitar, always when The Talking Heads are playing: