Nicholas came into our bedroom when he woke up this morning. As usual, he was carrying an armful of stuffed animals. He plopped them on our bed and left the room. Soon he returned with another armful of "friends" and announced that he had brought us all of his friends. He then climbed up on the bed and snuggled for a few minutes. As we were lying on the bed, he picked up a little giraffe that had once belonged to me. I had been given the little giraffe at a hospital tour that we took before we were even pregnant with him. At the time, I was all dreamy about getting pregnant and I kept the sweet giraffe at my desk at work as a little reminder of what lay ahead in our future. A friend of mine named him George and another friend started calling him the "fertility giraffe".
Once Nicholas was born, the giraffe stayed in his room and he is now one of the many "friends" that sleep in bed with Nicholas at night. This morning as he held the giraffe I told him the story behind him and that his name was George. Nicholas smiled at the giraffe and said "Hi, George the giraffe". But as he continued to look at the giraffe he changed his mind. He said, "No, his name is Spot!". Well, that makes perfect sense since he does have brown spots all over him. Cute idea. Then Nicholas wowed me as he said, with a cute little grin, "And his last name is Light!". He smiled really big and said, "Like the spot lights at church." How clever he is! He went on to explain, in case I didn't get it the first time, "Daddy used to work upstairs on the spot lights but now he works downstairs on the cameras." He ran in the bathroom to tell Daddy about Spot Light. And so, my little George is now Spot Light and my little guy has brightened my day, yet again, with his sweet charm and wit.
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