tonite i told baylor we would all be going on an airplane soon.
"and daddy?" he asked
yes, and daddy. and mommy. and baylor. and olivia. and braxton, too.
he smiled and added, "yeah, airplane! it big?!" i giggled.
yeah, it will be big!
he went on his way, and i on mine, getting ready for bed. he crawled up into ours and fiddled around in the covers, bouncing over and around my feet. annoyed, i asked,
baylor! what are you doing? come up here and lay down.
he scrambled around trying to find the right way out of the tangled covers and sheet and feet and cat. finally a fuzzy static head of hair popped up out of the comforter mess, and
a perfunctory grin, and he was gone; just a touch-and-go to school the momster.
what a crack-up.
i'm so happy he is talking, finally!