The girls are in love with their birth stories. When we're riding in PennyVann, all they want to hear about is when they were in mommy's tummy, how tiny they were, how big they grew, how much they kicked, the day they were born, how tiny they were then, how much milk they drank, how they got their names.
When Daddy's along for the ride, the stories get silly. This weekend, he told the story of when their was a kitty baby in Mommy's tummy, then two babies, then One Hundred Babies.
Since Dixie is adopted, she especially loves it, as she gets to make up all the details and I cannot contradict them, because, "Mommy, you weren't there."
Kids love nothing more than knowing something grown-ups do not. And Dixie somehow remembers every single detail of her gestation.
Yesterday, it became Dixie's turn to tell the story again. She even included the part where, "Mommy E----- accidentally swallowed a rock and when I was kicking my little baby feet in her tummy, I stubbed my toe!"
5 comments:
You are such a good mommy and you seem to really know what you are doing, especially with the adoption subject. Keep up the good work!
That is just so cute! What do they think of the whole "being born" part?
LOL! Too cute. Kids are sooo funny. Good thing I have a blog to write down all the stuff they say... I abandoned the baby book a loooong time ago. And never even started one for baby #2! Anyway, love it!
Too cute!!!
I wonder what my Sal will come up with for her birth story.
Dixie's comment is so cute! I'm going to have to ask my BLM some of these questions!
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