Three doesn’t exist right now. Yep, “it’s broken” or “at Elmo’s.” We count 1, 2, 4, 5…. I love that girl.
Every night she gets Leighton’s towel and washcloth for his bath. And while I bathe him, she sets his jammies and a diaper out on the changing table. I love that girl.
She still “hides” by covering her eyes. I love that girl.
She cried when we took the Christmas tree down. “When’s it gon’ be next year?!” I love that girl.
Right in front of the local doctor she asks, “Mama, does he wear big ol’ underwear? Ask him does he wear big ol’ underwear.” I love that girl.
If Leighton cries, she breaks out her best “You are my Sunshine / I see the Moon” mix. I love that girl.
She wants me to lie down with her and sing to her at night. I. Love. That. Girl.