trickydoodle

I was laying down with Robbie--he had made an intricate nest on the floor with pillows, sheets, blankets (all of which he had thrown down the stairs from the linen closet), a stapler, an empty marker bucket, his numbers photo, a purple, foam letter D, my blue suede handbag, and an abacus--and he started to push me to get up so he could be alone. But, as soon as he started to push me, he stopped and simply said, "Get up."

Holy crap! First time he has ever chosen words over action in that sort of situation. I want to say ever, but I am sure that isn't true. Nearly ever?

Though, today, when we were driving out of the school parking lot, he saw the little red-haired girl getting into her car (she had just lavished him with an elaborate hug in the school foyer), and he said "bye bye!" That counts, too, right?

Thing you need to imagine now is that when he talks spontaneously, he uses this adorable high-pitched voice. but, like, a soft voice. It's the cutest thing. I want to say ever. So, I will. Cutest thing ever.