Seriously, my son is precious. First of all, last night at 12:45am, he has a bad dream. It's official, he's able to communicate that something scared him in his sleep. I hear screams so I call dibs and let Jackson stay in bed. I get in to Liam's room, he's standing at his door balling. Pitiful! I swoop him up and say it's okay Mommy's here. He tells me "mommy the airplane scared me. it's really loud."Oh this is just sad! So I offer to let him to sleep with us (MISTAKE) I proceed to get judo chopped in the face by Liam's feet all night. My son finds it to be a physical impossibility to sleep straight up and down so I get feet to the face while Jackson gets his pillow stolen. I'm pooped...
Then, this morning, we're laying in bed, Daddy had just left to go to work and I hear the most precious little sound and voice "our Father, our Father, we thank you, we thank you, for our many blessings, for our many blessings, Amen, Amen." (this is sung to the frerejaca - I know I butchered the spelling of that!) How adorable?!?! He wanted to pray first thing in the morning.
I thought he had reached his "cute quota" today but NO, I was wrong! I go in to the office to type this blog, he's sitting on the floor looking through his craft been and he finds some letter flashcards. He proceeds to quiz me - holding up each flash card towards me, "Mommy what is this? - I answer - Liam replies "Good Job!"
What a little dumpling!
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