Time races on, and it's been almost a month since we moved in. A month this coming Monday, in fact, which is also my little Sprout's first birthday. I really need to write down his birth story, which was one of the most amazing events of my life. With Pearl, I wrote it on her first birthday, so I will do that with Sprout, too. Just not now. Now, I should probably go tell his daddy that playing with the little guy is hardly conducive to a bedtime routine, even if he does sound cute saying, "Ticka, ticka, ticka!" (Tickle, tickle, tickle).
Pearl is beginning to learn some of the complexities of life, and it's both awesome and heartbreaking to watch. This morning, she brought me one of Sprout's diapers and said she was a baby, and wanted to wear a diaper. A brief argument ensued when I said no, but it wasn't long before she broke down, into painful, gut-wrenching sobs, saying "I want to be a baby! I don't want to be a big girl! I don't want to be a sister! When I was a baby, I was little and I was in your belly! I want to be a baby again!" My eyes are prickling with tears just remembering. I didn't indulge her in her diaper, all I could do was hold her close and stroke her hair and not let her see me cry. Poor thing. Growing up isn't easy.
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LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.