Due in part to my sleepless, groggy mind, I know there are quotes I'm forgetting to record. I hope the good ones come back to me at some point. Does that happen? Is there a vault that somehow reopens in a parent's mind, once sleep and normal brain function return? I hope so...
Occasionally there are days, like yesterday, that require a scribe. While I make food, clean messes, and wipe bottoms, I would really appreciate having someone to document the one liners and stories that come out of Annika's adorable little mouth. In the midst of the chaos, here is what I managed to capture...
First thing in the morning, as my eyes are sluggishly opening and I'm trying to orient myself into a state of awake, I hear, "Good morning Mommy, I love you. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? We should have pizza for breakfast, and throw a come home party for Daddy. I hope he gets home early today."
Moments later, "Mommy, would it be a good story if I told people that I saved the baby from molten lava?"
As the day progressed... "I can't keep cleaning things up. I'm TRYING to save a baby eagle. It just isn't interested in eating these vegetables. I'm the hero of all."
"I have a friend at pretend school. Her name is disasterful. She is ALWAYS throwing banana peels. Her name is actually Rose, Rosena. I call her P for short. She is a very unpleasant girl."
(Annika my sweet girl, may your wild imagination always be. May it grow as you grow, and please, always allow your mother to catch glimpses; they are one of the most beautiful pieces of my world.)
Baby Lydia is eagerly following in her sister's verbal footsteps. At 7 months, she is saying hi, hey & mama, and yesterday, she said poop.
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