Yesterday Henry and I had a busy morning. We started with his speech therapy, then dashed over to a good friends house to have brunch. We all left there together to take the babies to the pool for a few hours before heading home for lunch and a nap. Turns out I kept him at the pool a little too long because at about a mile from our house he fell asleep. I carefully picked up my sleeping boy, smelling of sun screen and summer, and put him in his bed, but he woke up and wasn't having it. I decided to go ahead and feed him lunch and then try again.
After a good lunch I put him back into his bed, thinking it will be seconds before he is passed out. I lay him down, kiss him, and sneak out of the room. I hear him moving around about twenty minutes later and am surprised...I really thought he would be asleep by now. He isn't crying, so just assume he needs more time. I eat my own lunch, take a shower and do some laundry. About two hours after I first put him in bed I stick my head in to see if he is still sleeping. I look at him, and he looks back and smiles. He is laying in his bed, reading a book. Happy as a clam. He points to the book and says C-A-M, then smiles. He is learning his letters. He knows almost all of them. Everywhere we go lately he is pointing them out to us. Stop signs, parking lots, license plates, restaurant signs. "Y! R! E! Mama, Mama, E!!" Taking my face in his hands so he knows I am paying attention. Always grinning and so proud that he knows what they are. I guess yesterday he decided that, no matter how tired he was, there was no need for a nap when there were letters to be looked at and enjoyed.
My sweet boy. Oh how you hold my heart. I love letters too baby. They are the best. Especially when it's you that is showing them to me. Then they are pure magic. Just wait until we show you how to put them together to make words. It will blow your mind.