Mini Mommy

Parents of young children (and old, I suppose) take great pride in finding similarities between themselves and their babes. You, my dear, are almost a carbon copy of me. At least for the most part. Right down to your analytical side, weighing your options, very rarely the first to jump into any situation. I am the same way. Take swimming for example: you are never the first to jump off the wall or attempt to swim by yourself, but as soon as you see someone else give it a try, you go for it! And once you see that you can do it, your confidence soars and you charge full steam ahead.

A funny example of your "wait and see" side showed up the other night. We were downtown walking around after dinner. A street musician was playing his guitar and singing, and it was really fun. Berit immediately kicked off her flip flops and started dancing in the middle of the mall. You, on the other hand, weren't so sure. You sat down on the bench with daddy and decided your time was better spent at that moment feeding Tabitha (your baby). After about 3 minutes, however, you realized how much fun your sister was having and you jumped right in.

It was a great night.

iloveyoumadly.
mama

Pre-Bath Naked Baking

How Do Daddies Make Babies?

I was tucking you in last night when out of the blue you asked "Mommy, how do daddies make babies?" Now I have always been told to answer a child's question simply and exactly - don't elaborate, and tell the truth. So I did. I responded, "Daddies don't make babies - mommies do. Mommies have eggs in their bellies that turn into babies."

You got real quiet, and then in a very sad, sad voice said, "But mommy, I really thought daddies made babies!"

So clearly we were going to have this conversation. I responded, "You're right - daddies have to be a part of the process to make babies. They have something special inside them that works with the egg to make the baby." Clearly at this point I was hoping I wouldn't have to take this any further, and for the night anyway we could just move on.

But then you started crying. And I thought FOR SURE I had totally freaked you out, and I was going to have to keep explaining this process to you. But then - in a choking sob - you said, "I just want to move to Florida!"

What?

I asked you to explain. You went on to say, "I just want to live where there are princesses ALL the time!"

Clearly I didn't scar you with my first attempt at The Birds and The Bees.