So Cute, My Heart Hurts

Sometimes, even I, the cold, calculated, analytical and unemotional Zoeyjane will slip into ‘OMFG, my kid is the cutest thing, ever!’ land. These are three recent reasons why…

Me: Isobel, two minutes until bedtime, okay?
Her: Otay, mama.
[four minutes elapse]
Me: Okay, Love, it’s time for nigh-nights.
Her: Two Midits! Two moe midits, mama.

___

The other day, she woke up and had her first abstract-type of convo with me.

Her: Mama, what gonna do, day?
Me: What are we going to do today? We’re going to see Sprite and HCM, is that okay with you?
Her: Yay! Wanna see (insert her nickname for Sprite).
[two seconds later] I gotta get toast! [but didn't eat it]

I was proud.

Her, after returning from visitation during which she went to a bday party:

“Appy day, to Lou.
Appy day, Lou.
Appy day, Lou.
Loooooooooooou.
Appy….. Mama, SING!”

Related Posts with Thumbnails
blog comments powered by Disqus