“Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you.”
“Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you,” he said with a funny little grin on his face.
I didn’t know whether to be worried or excited to see what he had done. I had heard hardly a peep from him for the past ten minutes.
Normally, his “s’prizes” involve some toy he has found that was missing, or showing me that his baby brothers are getting into something they shouldn’t. Normally, his “s’prize” comment is also followed by, “Cwose you eyeeees!”
This time, it wasn’t.
This time, he crawled into my lap, wrapped his arms around my neck, and after revealing that he had a surprise, said, “I situp your bed fow you, Mommy. I made it all cozy.”
Initially, I had to figure out what “situp” was, because in his little speech-impediment speak, it sounded either like “shut up,” “spit up,” or, if I’m being truly honest, “shit up.”
I prayed it wasn’t the latter.
“Come see!” he said.
I situp your bed fow you, Mommy!
Sure enough, he had situp my bed. Or, “set up,” in case you’re wondering.
But that wasn’t all. He had also made his own bed and Lily’s too.
And to add to his adorableness, last night he snuggled up to Zander and told him him, “Don’t cwy, baby. Your big brover’s here. Know what? Someday you gonna be big wike me. I’m your big brover, you’ll be just wike me!”
I don’t know where this kid came from, but I’m keeping him.
So, in Colby’s honor, the songs below are the ones he says are his favorite:
