Thursday, January 9, 2014

no p's allowed.

eliza has always been so observant. it is especially noticeable as we drive around. she doesn't miss a thing. i feel like she will be so prepared for driver's 12 years. she asks so many questions about signs, lights, why i did what i did, why i didn't do what she thinks i should.

apparently the "no _____ allowed" signs are something that just caught her eye.

as we walked out of the library today she saw a sign on the door and asked "what is not allowed?"

"no food or drinks"

at target she pointed to the signs on the strap around hattie and asked about each warning.

my favorite though?
"that sign just said no p's allowed! why aren't p's allowed?"

trying to figure out what she is talking about, look around, then it hit me "that means no parking!"

"no it just said no p's!"

and to top it off she asked me to randomly pray. when i was finished she said "my turn. God, i love this day, but i don't love the signs that say stuff is not allowed. i love you. amen."

oh child. your 4th year has been all about testing your limits. fitting that you should take note of all these signs telling you what not to do!

Friday, January 3, 2014

a conversation with eliza, about her being in my belly.

sometime last year, around when the sunday school covered the story of jonah, and hattie was born, eliza and i talked about her being in my belly.

she said "and you just (s)pit me out?"

another time, while listening to the "curious george" soundtrack, i told her that i would play that for her. it would really get her moving and dancing in my belly.

yesterday, as i sorted through boxes that have been in storage, i came across my journal i kept for her.

i called her over and we looked through it together. i read her a few letters. she looked at the pics of my growing belly, and every page flip was met with "oh my gosh! oh. my. gosh!"

she saw a picture of cupcakes from the shower and said "and you ate those? and then i got them in my belly?!"

i pointed out her waving in the ultrasound pic, we talked about my first miscarriage, we looked at pictures of our first home. 

it was nice. just what i imagined.

this time we didn't talk about the music i played. so i was surprised, and laughing at the next part.

james came in for dinner and eliza told him about what we did, so fast, and full of giggles that he couldn't understand her.

"and i was in mama's belly, and she listened to george musgick, and then she spit me out, and i was a dancing baby!"

the image of all of that? hilarious.
me and my bean.

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