I Love the Cute Things You Say

I've been keeping a journal in a Word document for Spencer. I just finished recording in it some of the cute things he's said lately. I thought I would post it so others could enjoy his cuteness.

Dear Spencer,

I’ve been keeping a list of some of the cute things that you’ve said lately. I decided to take this time and write them in your journal.

A few weeks ago daddy and I were in the kitchen getting ready for dinner when you came in and said, “I said a prayer to Heavenly Father.” Before I could find out what you said in your prayer you ran back into the family room, knelt on a blanket and said another prayer. I asked you what you prayed for and you said, “a baby”. At one point, I can’t remember if it was before or after the second prayer, you said that Heavenly Father said, “Yes.” As in yes we can have a baby come live with us.

A few weeks ago I put my hair in a bun. It was the first time you saw my hair in a bun. As you were looking at my hair, you mentioned something about hamburgers or hotdogs. The next night you were reaching toward the back of my head and said, “What you have?” meaning how do your have your hair? When you saw I had a pony tail you said, “you don’t have a hamburger?” Today talking again about my hair you said, “Where’s your burger?”.

Another cute thing recently happened as I was cuddling you. You said, “Stay away from me.” Confused I asked, “Stay away from you?” You said, “Cause I’m pooping.” You don’t like people by you when you’re pooping in your diaper.

This past year I’ve been talking to you a little about your birth and how you came to our family. I’ve even mentioned a few times that you have a birth mom. Anyway, you were playing with a music box that came attached to some balloons that Auntie Lala and cousin Lincoln gave to you when you were a baby. You showed the music box to daddy and said, “When my birth mom comes I’m going to give it to her.” That was probably one of the first times I’ve heard you mention your birth mom.

One Sunday we were in Sacrament meeting and you and daddy were looking at a book about Jesus. You put your hand on your head and asked daddy, “This means your giving blessing?”

One day when were at the park and you were talking to a little girl. After a little while you came over and said, “That little boy said I can’t be a daddy.” (I think you thought she was a boy because she had her hair back and it looked short) Anyway, I explained that when you’re big like daddy you can be a daddy. A little while later you were on your scooter and I heard you say, “When I’m big like daddy I can be a daddy.”

Sometimes when Spencer does or says cute things like this it reminds me of stories my mom told me of cute things we did as kids.