A day of no importance whatsoever
Aug
02
Today was not a day that will be especially noted in the history books. It wasn't a family birthday or anniversary. The girls did not become potty trained overnight (in fact, I changed FOUR poopers between the two of them - ugh). No crazy inheritance came our way. No winning lottery numbers. I didn't even make a fabulous dinner. It was just a day. But I was struck over and over by what big girls I have. They kept saying stuff that made me smile.
Belly: "I love you very much, Mom. No really."
Bug: Noticing that I was making dinner, "What are we having?"
"Taco salad."
"Taco salad? Yes or no?"
"Yes."
"Yes or no?"
"Yes."
"Yes or no?"
"No."
"Yes. Taco salad."
Belly: "No, Mama. I'm not a solid little kid. I'm a girl."
Bug: "Oops. Sorry. I pooped. Change my diaper. I'll say 'oooooh stinky!' when you change it."
Belly: After helping me put away four bags of groceries, "There, Mom. Now go take a break."
Oh for real, friends. They are funny and fun. They make me insane and proud. I love them more than cheese pups.
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