Babycakes, Furbaby, & I made it to our destination without incident. The weather is beautiful & computers have taken a back seat to walks, playground visits, and tricycle riding.
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My parents have lived in their house for 21 years — I was approaching my ninth birthday when we moved in. The house seemed giant and empty. Two decades later it is filled to capacity! I laugh when I hear my dad say things like, “Your mother and I should downsize.” Say what? Last night, there were nine people asleep in the house. By Friday, there will be ten.
Little E has decided that she and Babycakes are now sisters. The grown-ups have tried to explain what makes them cousins, but she’ll have none of it. “Aunt Sara, you SAID we could be sisters!” Of course, I could devote an entire blog to Little E and the wacky things that come out of her mouth!
After dinner last night, Babycakes played in between the kitchen and the sun porch while the rest of us finished our dinner. We quickly discovered that ‘Cakes was in need of some attention because her diaper smelled like a cow pasture. Little E climbed the stairs to retrieve a fresh diaper and wipes from my bag. “Can I help?” she asked. I never turn down help. Never. We laid ‘Cakes down on the sofa to change her diaper.
“Ewww. It looks like little chocolate candies.”
The next conversation is surely my fault as I reminisced about when ‘Cakes was in my belly. “Little E, when Babycakes was in my belly you asked me if she was wearing a bathing suit.”
“Well, was she wearing a babe-ing suit?”
“No. And when you were little you said, ‘Ohhhhh! She was MAY-KED!’ You were so funny.”
“She didn’t even have on a t-shirt?”
“No. Babies don’t wear clothes in their mommy’s tummies.”
“Why does the hospital want to see her hoo-hoo?”
“They don’t want to see her hoo-hoo. It’s just how babies grow in their mommy’s tummies.”
“Yeah, then ya push ‘em out the mommy’s hoo-hoo.”
“Yup. That’s how it happens.”
“And they gotta get some tweezers and pull ‘em out.”
“Something like that.”
“Then how do they get the babies out?”
“The mommies push and push with all their might.”
“Can we go for a walk now?”
“YES! PLEASE!”
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Your parents must love the fact that Little E acts like her momma. After all those years…justice!! Love them both, though!
Oh my gosh, I am laughing hysterically! So funny.
Gotta love a well-informed babe and well placed distractions.
Glad you’re having a nice visit at home!
Your “baby pushing” story reminds me of when I was pregnant, my nephews, the same age as little E, three, were fans of Animal Planet. When we all went to visit Santa Claus for a picture of them (three days before I delivered) Santa turned and said “Wow…looks like Santa will be delivering a package to you a little early!” and the boys said, “Yeah, Aunt Shannon’s going to poop out her baby just like the animals do!” I was mortified!!
What a conversation! I am ready for a walk too. Stopping from SITS!