(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:
Your funny.
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.
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