I turned 31 earlier this week and J was so interested in it being my birthday. B told him first thing that morning and he said, "Happy birf-day, Momma!" about 50 times throughout the day. Sooooo sweet! :)
He sang Happy Birthday to me a few times as well, and even randomly asked, "Are you gonna bwow out da can-nels?" After I had him repeat it a few times, I understood.
At 4:00am the next morning he awoke coughing and came to our room. After I'd given him his medicine, (for which he'd said, "tank you, Momma,") he turned around on his way back to his bedroom and said, "Happy birf-day, Momma."
I just love this boy!
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