Sweetest Words

You think there's nothing like hearing your child repeat "I love you"...until you tell her that you love her and she says, "I losh you too, Mommy".

Pitter-patter.

One Tired Easter Bunny

Easter weekend in the country was fun and exhausting. Three little girls, all under the age of 3, running around screeching, giggling, fighting and playing so hard they nearly all passed out an hour before bedtime. I'm sore all over but can't figure out if it's because I was bending down so much to interact with the little ones or from sitting on that tiny picnic table of theirs trying to maintain some order during feeding times.

I think Isabella confused Easter with Halloween. She appears to be an Easter pirate.



This is before church, a day after TWO egg hunts. Barely functioning. In fact, she slept on her daddy the entire service. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

It was a wonderful weekend and I'm taking this week to recover from it. We look forward to Easter next year with her other cousin, Dillon, who I'm sure will be roarin' to go for Bella to boss him and her new brother/sister on the proper way to hunt a candy-filled egg.

Want A Giant Pickle With That?

Today I had my first real pregnancy food moment.

After running some early morning errands, I was starving so we stopped by a Starbucks drive thru. I ordered a decaf white chocolate mocha latte and a blueberry muffin. When I pulled around to the window, I asked if they had the sandwiches made already. She said they were just delivered fresh that morning.

So at 9:30am, I scarfed a ridiculously expensive tuna sandwich while Bella happily munched on a blueberry muffin.

Monkey See...Monkey Do

I know now why people call little children monkeys. They climb on anything and everything with no fear. They poop or pee whenever necessary, diaper on or off. They mimic whatever they see or hear.

This past weekend, Bella's Aunt Amanda (AnAmana to Bella) and her cousin Dillon (D or Diyon) came for a short visit. It is always fun to spend time with my sister and nephew but even more entertaining is watching Isabella worship her AnAmana. She follows her around, asking what she's doing or where she's going. She'll give sweet kisses to Dillon and acknowledge me occasionally, but really it is all about Aunt Amanda.

One thing Amanda does is pump breastmilk for Dillon. She's done this diligently for 7 months and I'm in awe of her commitment. Apparently, Bella is in awe too. Not so much that Amanda does it for Dillon, but that Amanda puts those huge suction cups on with a machine that sounds like it could mow lawns.

So during bathtime after Amanda and Dillon left, my little monkey proceeded to put the suction cups from her mesh bath toy bag on her boobies. She concentrated real hard and got frustrated when they wouldn't stick. She didn't seem to appreciate me laughing either.

WHY do I have a video camera if I don't tape these things???