Xander drives me crazy. He climbs and gets into things. He messes. But he also loves. I mean, he straight up tackles, hugs, and smothers with kisses. A little while ago he was treating me to this display of affection and he did something that I totally love. He, climbing on my back and popping his head around to give me kisses on my cheeks, started calling me "honey." He does it because he wants me to call him honey. The adorablest part is how he says it: "honnay." It cracks me up. I play along just so I can hear him say "Honnay!"
Funny little moments like that make up for the times when he floods the kitchen or stands in the bathroom sink and throws the contents of the cabinet all over the floor.