Sick boy

I have a sick little boy on my hands. Colter came down with a cold sunday. Thankfully, he still seems to be jolly enough, so I am taking that as a good sign. He barely slept Sunday night, and was not doing so well Monday night. I could tell he was bushed, and I felt so bad for him. I had Al high tail to the store before closing time, to pick up a vaporizer. I had no idea that those things were such miracle workers. I am so glad we decided to try it. He managed to get a full night sleep and hopefully is on his way to feeling much better.

I don't think I will ever get over being amazed by the little things Colter does. He has recently started to shake his head no when I tell him no. It is so stinking cute, I can hardly stand it. Cute for now, anyhow. I keep wondering if he is trying to say things, or if I am just thinking he is. I probably will not be sure until it is blatantly obvious. You know, like he smacks me in the face and says "Mom, I am talking to you." I could swear he is trying to say the dog's names. He has also started to wave bye bye more. He eats things that shock the heck out of me, like supreme pizza. Cut into small pieces of course. I hope that means he will not be a picky eater.

Colter recently discovered the tattoo on my back. When ever I lay on the floor with him, he has to lift up my shirt and point to it. He has even tried to taste it. He is my kid, what do you expect? The other day, I think he was trying to tickle me. He pulled up my shirt, touched my back, and then looked at me and laughed. Okay. So may be he was laughing at my roll, but I have to tell myself something.

Everyday, he seems to do something new. I look forward to each and every day. How could life get any better than this? What more could I ask for?

Enjoy your Wednesday!