Our son Carter is the most precious child on the planet. Well, not all the time. He’s sometimes a brute, mostly all the time a poor sport, and is very stubborn when it comes to having things a certain way. But other than a few things that are easy to brush under the rug, the child is just the cutest thing ever. He’s tiny and his voice is just unbearable. My most favorite times listening to him talk are when he’s supposed to be in bed, and he comes down to tell us something. Usually he falls asleep without a hitch, but every so often I make him take a nap if we will be out late–AWANA or a baseball game, or time at a friend’s house. And it really throws him off–on those days, he usually doesn’t fall asleep until about 9:45. So he comes down to tell James and I things. And seriously, we can’t get mad at him for being out of bed because all we want to do it just laugh at the adorable things coming out of his mouth.

A couple nights ago he came down to tell us that the fish in his fish night light were swimming kind of slow. And some were swimming kind of fast. And the slow ones look like this <insert adorable little slow shuffle across the floor with his hands out in front of him like superman with little fists. shuffle shuffle shuffle>. And the fast ones look like this <same shuffle with the arms out, only going faster this time>. This was followed by some more chatter about the fish that I don’t remember, but I tried as hard as I could to hold back the stifle of laughter until I couldn’t anymore. My heart was just bursting with love for that little boy at that moment, and it’s sort of okay by me that he gets out of bed to tell us things like this.

These little moments happen every so often.

The cutest of these moments happened last night at 12:3o in the morning. Though, it was completely sad at the same time.

I was awakened with the most adorable one worded (is that a word?) statement I’ve ever heard. A little boy stood in our doorway and said with his little tiny voice, anybody? He said it slowly. And he asked it like a question.

And then a second time.  anybody?

Turns out, the poor boy threw up all over his bed and himself, and he came down to get some help. This is the third time in just a couple of months that he’s had some sort of stomach bug. Boy, I sure do love him and his little voice. And that’s by far the most common thing people comment on about Carter. Everyone loves him when he talks because of it–though sometimes we can’t get him to stop talking.