Now that he is a toddler and into E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G, I am finding myself stating his full name more often than not.
Recently, while he was sitting in his high chair, he somehow got a hold of his tomato-based soup I was spooning to him. I had set it down onto the table while I fixed him something else to eat. I turned around from across the kitchen to see him holding it precariously over the edge of his highchair tray. My heart leaped into my throat. I knew what was about to happen. I quickly evaluated options as to how to get him to not drop the soup onto the floor and onto the walls/table/curio cabinet. I decided my best shot was to slowly approach him while talking to him.
So I did. Right when I got within arms reach, he smiled and said, “uh-OH!” and promptly released the cup of soup. It splattered absolutely everywhere. He beamed at me and I found myself saying, “Nathaniel James!!!”
That little devil.