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.

"Roasmuk."

"Roast milk?"

"No, Broast-mulk!"

"Oh! Breast milk?'

"Yup."

***
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.)

2 comments:

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.