He's going to be three on Tuesday. My Allen. Can you believe it? I cannot. As I rocked him this afternoon before his nap, I looked at his one-year picture collage over his bed. It is unbelievable how much he's grown and how much he's learned.
For instance ... here's a conversation we had the other night while I was rocking and snuggling him before bed:
Mom: (sniffs ... I was still stuffy from the surgery. It was before the packing was removed.)
Allen: You have a boogie?
Mom: No. It's OK.
Allen: If you need to get a tissue and byow your nose and come back, it's OK.
Mom: I'm OK, thank you.
Allen: OK ... I'm just sayin' though ....
And another night when we were sitting in bed, he all of a sudden said, "You OK, Mommy?" just to make sure I was alright.
Then there was Friday night when he spent the night with Nana and Papa. They got ready to turn off the TV.
Allen: No, you can't turn off the TV. It makes me sick.
Nana & Papa: (laugh)
Allen: It's no joke!
Right now we're having a "sleepover." He's in bed with me, and we're watching (as Allen calls it) Bebby Hills Chihuahua. Every once in a while he reaches over and plays with my hair. And checks on me. Such a sweet boy. I'm not sure how we ended up with such a great kid, but I know that Brian and I are so grateful that we have the privilege of being his parents.