We wanted Colt to feel invested in the process of preparing for our new baby, so we brought him with us to register for a few necessary items.
We didn’t expect him to hijack the scanner for the entirety of the process, but I should have guessed.
A “gun” that shoots a “laser beam?”
And anything you scan magically arrives at your house via UPS, and you don’t have to pay for it?
We gave in and let him scan whatever he wanted.
Todd and I didn’t realize the next hour would be the most heartwarming 60 minutes of our parental lives to date.
Scanner in hand, Colt skipped from aisle to aisle.
He explained why baby Libby needed a pair of [hideous] cat leggings to keep her legs warm, and five pair of baby UGGs for her little feet [um, we live in Florida].
“Mommy, Libby needs these sparkly shoes, too. Girls LOVE sparkly shoes!”He picked out jammies and socks and hair bows, and a fur vest?
And diapers and bottles and sippy cups and pacifiers and….Legos and Avengers and Teenage Mutant Ninja….
Wait a minute.
We corralled him back to the baby section and convinced him to help us select a rocker.
He tried each one, judging the level of softness as compared to his blanky.
He eventually settled into a grey velour-ish glider, most closely resembling a J-Lo jumpsuit, deeming it the softest one of all.
His eyes glazed over – he would spend the night there if we let him.So we scooped him up and disarmed him. He’d done enough shooting for one night.
I’ll have to delete 90 percent of what he chose, but who cares.
It was worth it to see the delight in his eyes.
The love in his heart for a sister who isn’t here yet.
I hope when she’s crying, and pooping, and eating his Legos, he remembers how much he wanted her legs to be warm and her feet to be sparkly.