Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Does it make me a bad Mom that I don't correct Em when she says, "lellow" instead of yellow, or "callapiller" instead of catapiller? She's growing up so fast, and I sometimes cling to these little verbal foibles as proof that she's not totally there yet.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tonight, as we were driving around doing errands, I was commenting to Keith that I was at the point in my pregnancy (which I had completely forgotten about from the first time around with Em) that my baby belly was getting high enough that it was pressing up into my xyphoid process (you know, that little piece of bone at the bottom of your rib cage at the base of the sternum) and was rather uncomfortable. Emerson pipes up from the backseat, "maybe that's why Dad should have the baby in his belly". We laughed so hard, and then explained to her that only girls could grow babies in their tummies, and boys weren't made to do that. She thought for a moment, and then said, "Hey! I'm a girl!! I could grow baby brother in MY tummy!"
I so love that she was trying to find a solution to my discomfort. She learned something exciting about being a girl tonight, and probably totally freaked her Daddy out in the process. (He may have mentioned that she could grow a baby in her tummy when she was 44)