Early this morning I heard a door creak open. When that happens I always wish I were just imagining it. But always, a little boy comes into our room and begs admission to our cozy bed. Sometimes we let him in. This morning I heard Jeffrey groan when Keith came in so I knew what the answer would be.
I told Keith he needed to go back to his own bed as his daddy didn't feel well.
"But I can't. My bed is too struggly." he whined.
Instantly the image of a bed with covers twisted up and out of order came to mind. We went into his room and there they were, just as I had imagined them.
Usually before his nap or bedtime he says "But I can't. I am to drinky." which actually means he is hungry. When he is thirsty it is "hungry."
I love that he expresses himself in his own way. Sometimes I think he would have learned Spanish a lot better than English as he puts his adjectives after the noun. "Mommy! Look at the car blue!"
And so, today will be full of birthday preparations for one very individual, very special little man. Baking, wrapping, sewing, cleaning, organizing etc. Both he and I are so excited for his big day tomorrow!