We really need to go to the grocery store, but Maia said "No mommy! We want to keep playing!" and who am I to stop 2 little girls who are playing nicely by themselves?
Groceries can wait.
Daddy is home!
The east coast storm did not delay any of his flights and he's home, tired and satisfied, off to work this morning.
And, poetically, after several days of clouds, rain, and wind, it's clear and sunny today.
In spite of all the stress of being a single parent this past week, it hasn't been all frustration.
Like most 3 year old, Maia has been saying some pretty cute things lately. I've started taking notes as they happen.
We brought home some new books from the library and Maia was sifting through them.
She pulled one out and said "Have we been in this book before?" I know how she feels. I love going into new books myself.
During one of the times Maia got out of bed this week, she told me "This night I had 2 boogies in my nose and I ate them!"
(She must get that from her father.)
(Just kidding honey!)
At least 3 times a day, Maia asks me how old I am. I told her to ask me more interesting questions.
She then asked me how old my legs and teeth were.
The teeth one is a bit tricky, actually.
Maia informed me that her teeth are 3 ounces old.
Maia and Ruby love to play doggy. Maia will get my measuring tape out and ask me to tie it around her waist for a leash. Then Ruby takes her for a walk and everyone answers my questions with barking.
In related news, I've been getting licked at random times throughout the day.
Maia was playing with something she shouldn't have been touching and I told her to leave it alone.
She crossed her arms and said "if you don't let me touch that I'm going to be heartbroken."
I was trying to figure out where she learned the word "heartbroken" until my eyes fell on the stack of Berenstain Bears books we got at the library.
Our coffee table holds "The Berenstain Bears Lose a Friend", "Teasing", and "Get in a Fight" from our most recent trip.
I loved these books as a little girl and Maia does as well. However, I think they're geared at an older crowd.
They always give just enough information to prompt my precocious 3 year old to ask more questions.
This time Maia dropped the bombshell while we were in the car.
Mommy, does everything die?
Yes.
Mommy, am I going to die?
Yes honey, but not for a long time, so you don't need to think about it.
I don't want to die!
Silence
Mommy, what does die mean?
Well, it means that you stop breathing forever.
When I die will I die in Kansas or in Nana's country or in Grandma and Papa's country?
Ummm, I don't know sweetie.
She seems to be satisfied with the answers I gave.
I should probably read up on how to talk about these things with your kids so I don't get ambushed again.
Happy Monday everyone.
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