(pants: Old Navy, shirt: Living with Less, sweater & flats: Target, scarf: gift)
My daughter has started to call me “Big Mama.”
Chris thinks this is hilarious, I do not.
One night toward bedtime, Ellie sat down to watch a cartoon.
Me: “Ellie, I’m going to get in the shower real quick since I’m still sweaty from the gym and starting to get itchy.”
Ellie: “Can you just sit next to me and I’ll itch you?”
Elliott attends preschool on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. At dinner those nights, I ask her how school was and then she asks me how my school was. I think she believes we do the same things all day–coloring, puzzles, singing, and painting. It’s going to be terribly disappointing when she learns what middle school is really like.
While driving in the car one day, Ellie asked how to spell “no babies allowed.” She was three at the time but knew all her letters and understood enough about word spacing that you’d just have to tell her the letters and she could write it correctly. She got done writing the phrase on her Etch-A-Sketch and then handed it to her baby sister and said, “Here Harper, get out.”
If Elliott Quinn makes it to five, it will be a miracle.