"Mommy? You sing me song? You sing... Daisy?" was one of the first things he asked me. So I cradled him like a baby and we sang together and then when I was finished...
"Um. Mommy? We sing now... Baluga?"
This went on for nearly an hour, us singing to each other until it was way too late for either of us to be awake.
Yesterday we slept the entire afternoon, wrapped up together like cats. We fell asleep mid-conversation about cookies and milk and whether or not Archer could have some after nap. It was one of my favorite afternoons on record. And when we woke up, hours later? We ate cookies and "moop" which is "very yummy snack, Mommy."
I mean... really. Who is this person and what have you done with Archer?
This morning I woke up to my name being called from Archer's room. And then:
"Hi, Mommy. Look! This is my train. And this is my book and I want socks. Deez feet are cold."
My head is seriously spinning. I left a child who mainly pointed and spoke in one word sentences and I've come back to... a full-on talking collegiate. A man! Like, whoa.
A long time coming, for sure and his speech isn't perfect by any means but he is kicking ass with his sentences and in the last two days since I've been home, he has been able to articulate 100% what he wants, doesn't want and how he feels. This is a crazy kind of progress, people.
Totally unexpected and exciting. I feel like we've entered a whole new world of jibba-jabba awesomeness.
I'm really just beyond proud.