A moment of clarity courtesy of Matthew…
I’m changing Adelaide’s diaper while Matthew & I sing one rendition of The Poopy Song. Matthew breaks mid “cha-cha-cha-cha” to explain to his sister, in his most serious tone with his most serious facial expression, that “We don’t eat poopy because it’s DANGEROUS.”
We’re playing with magnetic letters and numbers. Matthew just asked about the small “t.” “What is it?” he asked, and I answered, “It’s a small letter “t.” Matthew replied, “Oh, it’s a baby t! Where is baby t’s daddy?”
We are ALL ready for Mike to be home! lol
Out of the mouth of Adelaide: Me bath!
Oh, how I love watching ’em learn and grow! 🙂
Matthew’s newest analogy for nursing: “I drink nectar like a butterfly!”
Last night, he was a tiger: “Roar, roar, nurse, roar! Matthew Tiger nurse, roar!” lol I don’t know if I’ll miss nursing per se or Matthew’s hilarious nursing anecdotes/antics. lol
Unable to get his father’s (who’s working in the backyard) attention from “this side” of the back door, Matthew says, “Mommy, I must call fortissimo. DADDY!!!” lol