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From the last couple of days:
Emory: As I'm cooking dinner, she comes over and says "Mommy! You best Mommy whole wide world." Of course, I say "Thank you!" Then she replies "I like eggs." And walks away. ....naturally...
(I'm not sure how my kids started this adorable habit of telling Jason and I that we are the best parents in the whole wide world...I have no idea where they learned it, but I DEFINITELY hope that it persists well into their teenage years and beyond. I know, wishful thinking...but that's allowed!)
Aidan: My little lovebug will pretend he needs to go potty just to get a few extra minutes with his beloved Aunt Michelle, who is about to take her son for a bathroom break. So sweet.
As we finished dinner at my parents' house last night, Aidan inquired about dessert. There is ALWAYS dessert at Nana and Grandad's, but we all feigned like there was not any cake in the house. Poor thing, he looked so sad. Jason had to call it off, so he wouldn't cry. We reassured him that of course there was cake...two types of cake, both chocolate in fact. I think this is when he started to cackle with excitement.
Alanna: At dinner last night we also talked a little bit about the kids staying with my parents for the first time while Jason and I got to Baltimore for a few days. Alanna started talking to Emory like a little mommy, asking her if she would be okay, telling her she'd take care of her, all in this very sweet, soothing voice.
All the kids got haircuts last week, and a precedent I was hoping to avoid for a very long time was set. I was standing with Emory, and I looked over at Alanna, who was smiling from ear to ear as she picked out a Dum-Dum lollipop. The kind lady who had just finished cutting her hair just looked at me and smiled as I cursed her in my head. :) At our prior visits, the "stylist" always checked to see if lollipops were allowed before handing them over. I had to restrain myself from leaping across the aisle and intervening. :) So, they all got Dum-Dums, and I will have to pray that they don't remember this joyous experience next time we go. (Yeah, right.)
I know...not a big deal. Am I obsessive? Arguably...yes. But there is just something about handing your child sugar on a stick...
