To be clear, I am not pregnant.
But I was recently congratulated by a work friend on the news of our new baby. Not just once, but three times. From different people. All from work. More specifically, ladies from the gym's daycare. So after the third time that I had to clarify that we are not expecting, I found out that my 4 year old had told them we were getting a new baby. To make this even better, she apparently told them I'm buying a new baby. I thought she was confused since we had recently bought a baby shower gift for my cousin and perhaps she had just left out a few major details. But no, she insisted that she wanted me to go to the hospital and buy a new baby. I'd like to say that we had a long talk where I gently, patiently and candidly explained the errors of her statement. But I didn't really know what to say. So yeah. For now, that's where babies come from. (and truthfully, it's actually pretty accurate.)
As for Ladybug, my favorite phrase that she uses lately (and frequently) is "Can you flat my blankets please?" This means she wants me to tuck her in and arrange her blankets so that they lay smoothly.
And Lovely favorite word lately is "uh-oh". This is her perfect word for when she drops (or throws) something, she loses her balances or for her sisters' many silly antics. Turns out she's becoming quite a ham. I love her "scrunchie face", intentionally given to make me laugh. She will beam at me, her eyes squeezed shut, her nose tightly wrinkled up, her cheeks bunched high to accommodate the wide open toothy grin.
love, love, love these crazy wonderful kids.
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