He then went back to sleep until 6 am; and when I went into his room he looked up at me with his bright blue eyes and a perma-grin on his chubby face. So I had no choice but to bring him back into my bed. He spent the next hour looking around and talking. This is what he had to say:
"Oooh…I’m so happy I get to come into your room! Your bed is soft. And warm. Hey look – my hands! I have two of them. And I can fold them together. Isn’t that great?
Hey wait – you have an awesome window in here! It’s so…geometric. And brown. And there’s a tiny bit of light coming in through the bottom! I LOVE this window!! Maybe if I kick my legs extra hard and swing my arms extra fast I’ll be able to get closer to the window…hmm…or not. Hey did I mention I have two super cool hands?!
WAIT A MINUTE. You have ANOTHER window in here?! How did I not notice this before? (Stares at window for one full minute without moving.) I’m not so sure I like this window as much. It’s bigger, sure, but farther away. There’s absolutely NO way I’ll be able to get closer to it by kicking and swinging my arms.
Good thing I have my two hands close by. I wonder how they taste. Hm. Not great.
Oh look! I found the AWESOME window again. How is it still not closer? I’ve been working so hard to get closer.
Hey Mama – I’m hungry now.
All 13 pounds of chubby cuteness that is Connor.
Obviously, the AWESOME window.
Super-fast and ready to move!