Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Friday, September 3, 2010

This little piggy had...

(corrected, after hearing Tessa playing with Jonah's toes again this morning):

"Dis widdol piggy wen' to mahket

dis widdol piggy stay home

dis widdol piggy have roas-muk

dis widdol piggy have none

dis widdol piggy say wee wee wee ahw da' way home!"

"What did the little piggy have?" I ask.


"Roast milk?"

"No, Broast-mulk!"

"Oh! Breast milk?'


The days are flying by so fast. I hate that. And then I realize, they are just days. They have no power. They don't take anything from me. When did I stop counting Tessa's days, or her weeks? I don't tell folks she is 53 months old. I learned to enjoy her days, and at some point I stopped counting them. I wonder when that was, and when it will be that I stop counting Jonah's days.

(20, by the way, in case you lost count. But it only feels like about 8.)


Rebekah said...

Your funny.

Jackie said...

That is so cute. I'm very jealous but who is more deserving than sweet, patient, you. What a darling little peanut you have. I know what you mean about counting days. I hate it too. But true, it's important to learn to relax and enjoy them without all the anxiety that they are passing so very quickly.