The 'L' word

I love this little guy.

My friend Rachel recently wrote on her blog that her daughter, who was born seven weeks after the boy, said "I love you." My heart swelled just reading about it. Then I realized that those are three words I don't say to our little guy very often. Isn't that terrible? I think this stems from my upbringing; it simply isn't a phrase that comes easily to me, and most of the time I feel it goes without saying.

A while back I panicked because I thought the boy didn't know what kisses were because I wasn't kissing him enough. He eventually learned, and now when I say "kiss," he'll either place his lips on my cheek or put his palm on my mouth (helping me blow a kiss). So hopefully he will not become emotionally stunted or unable to express his feelings. I'm assuming he'll grow out of the hand-on-mouth thing.

I'm not panicking about "I love you" just yet. His latest words are "cracker," which he also sort of signs, and "pup" for "poop." I'll take it.

TV TONIGHT

We caught up on "Saturday Night Live." I know it's cool to think the show's not as funny as it used to be, but I like some of the new actors: Nasim Pedrad, Kate McKinnon, Taran Killam, Vanessa Bayer. The big draw for this episode was Louis C.K., who is one of my favorite entertainers right now and also a really good guy. We didn't fast-forward through any of the sketches, so that must mean it was a good episode. The highlight was Louie as Lincoln.