This morning I was nursing Rachel Marie and Madeline looked at us wistfully and said, “Mommy, when I older and bigger, carry baby sister downstairs and nurse her because when I older and bigger, I make booby milk.”
Adventures in Grocery Land
I was feeling smug carrying a sleeping Rachel Marie in a sling snuggled close to my chest and pushing Madeline around in one of those hybrid shopping cart-race cars, especially after a woman said, “Good for you for getting out already!” Both girls were cooperating. Madeline was pretending to drive us around the grocery storeRead the whole post >>
For Crying Out Loud
I’m probably cursing myself, but I am still waiting to hear Rachel Marie really lose it. I’m not talking about a brief “waaa-waaa” or her usual grunts and baby squawks. I’m talking newborn wails – the kind I remember hearing at least occasionally with Madeline. Our firstborn wasn’t a big crier either. She was bornRead the whole post >>
Jesus is Everywhere
My aunt and uncle sent Madeline a Mary doll along with a gift for Rachel Marie. In a note to Madeline, my aunt wrote, “Play with this doll when your mom is busy with the baby. Mary can be your mother, too.” Madeline looked the doll over and asked, “Where’s Jesus?” “I don’t know. ThisRead the whole post >>
Happily Ever After
Yesterday when Dave got home from work, Madeline told him he was the prince. Then she looked at me and said I was Cinderella. I’m not a big fan of the whole princess craze, but Madeline has seen Cinderella and has some Disney figurines she loves to give baths when she’s marinating in a frothyRead the whole post >>
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