Cole is growing up like a little weed. The stuff that he comes up with these days totally blows my mind. I recently got my tonsils removed and have been in a great amount of pain so I walk around moaning and grabbing my throat. The other day I was resting on the couch when Cole came up to me and whispered in my ear, “Mama … your throat hurt? Don’t worry … Cole will make you feel all better!” I asked him how he can make me better and he said … “ummm, I dance for Mama to make her throat better.” He threw his hands in the air and did a little booty dance. I started laughing and he came to a stand still, and said, “See Mama, told you I’d make you all better” and ran out of the room. Where he comes up with this stuff, I don’t know!
On a side note, Lucy Rose has taken many sink baths these days, because I’m too lazy for the real deal. Cole’s been begging to get in the sink with her. Today I caved and let him play in the sink just like old times. He barely fits in it, but he made a point to tell me 500 times how “Cole fit just right, Mama”. It’s the little things like this that make me realize how big he’s getting in such a little time.
I love you Cole! Always be my baby, baby!
