Brodey: "Mom... did your baby come out last night?"
Me: "Um... no."
Brodey: "Then where did your big belly go?"
At Lowes, sneezing and coughing due to allergies, Brodey says to me: "You don't feel good Mom? We should go home... you can lay in my bed and take a rest. I take care of you." (his face looked so concerned... big giant brown eyes)
We don't make footprints when our feet are wet... according to Brodey we make "paw prints".
I got up in the middle of the night with Brodey (he wasn't feeling well) and put him in our bed. At 5am this is what he was whispering to me:
"Mommy. MOMMY. (his whisper is VERY loud) Bemember (remember) when I broke Brock's egg?" (I'm thinking Easter.. but still not sure)
A few minutes later:
"Mommy. MOMMY. Is this pillow new?" "I wike (like) it."
And my favorite:
"Mommy... daddy is loud."
Our bed is very high off the ground... the top of the mattress is higher than Brock's head. I stood back and watched today as Brodey crawled up there and then grabbed Brock by his shirt and pulled him up on the bed with him. I had been wondering how they were getting up there.
1 comment:
Don't you just love what they say! So cute! Where have you been? you have been quiet lately ....
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