Happy 4th Birthday Sweet Pea!
You truly are a gift to us...our miracle baby!
Some have called her witty...I'd have to agree, and add a few adjectives of my own. ;o)
But whatever adjectives you assign, they were good for a laugh. Mind you, some we tried to muffle and disguise as loud coughs and others necessitated correction.
Enjoy!
Before we pray at dinnertime, Pete usually asks Natalia what she'd like to thank Jesus for. One night she said, "For this food, and...(sweeping her upturned hand across the table)... my people." (Guess I should have my people speak to her people! They sound important!)
We are still having potty training issues. Yes, it's been a loooooonnnnngggggg 6 months. The newest challenge has gone like this:
Natalia: "Mommy, mommy, mommy! I gotta' go potty!"
(We race to the bathroom only to have her come to a screeching halt just outside the door.)
Me: "Why are you stopping?"
Natalia: "I don't have to go...my sister does!"
Me: "Um, you don't have a sister. If you are pretending and either you or this imaginary sister has to REALLY go, we gotta', you know, GO...pronto!"
When we were unwrapping presents the other night, Pete asked Natalia if he could play with her new cash register.
She quickly retorted, "You got your sweater."
Me: "Natalia, are you excited to celebrate Jesus' birthday tomorrow?"
Natalia: "YEAH! But Mommy, he doesn't have a car!"
Me: "He doesn't need a car. He's with us all the time. We just can't see him."
Natalia: "I think he should take an airplane."
It was either this or nothing because I simply was NOT going to put our big gray playyard gate around our big tree. Our house isn't THAT roomy. And I wouldn't put it past Adam to somehow scale the thing anyway.
Maybe the afghan fits in with her fascination with all things GRANDMA this week. She's asked me countless times if we can pretend that I'm Grandma. Um, sure--I'm having another birthday soon anyway! Why not just jump ahead a few more years?!