I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but Rori has had a baby in her belly for quite some time now. It's about to be born just about every day, which means that just about every day she tells me she needs to find someone to marry so that she can have her baby. (because: you need to get married before you have a baby - so I told her, and so wrongly she understood me.)
According to Rori she's had this baby in her belly for five years now, but we all know that can't be true because - she's only three. At bed time last night the baby discussion was flowing and her curiosity was relentless. But how do babies get out of our bellies? Do the doctors rip our bellies open? I finally gave her a very straight forward answer on how babies are born. She was incredulous at first. And then she thought it was silly. And then came the worry that her baby was going to fall out. Finally, as she was mulling it over again this morning she came to the conclusion that having a baby would really hurt to which I promptly agreed. I've realized I'm going have to work a little harder to stay one step ahead of this little lady of mine.
I would share happy pictures of the kiddos with you, but Rori still never seems to have a shirt on whenever I pull out the camera. I've been trying to put my foot down a bit more on that one. Today we compromised with a tank top.
And I wish there were more to say about Judah, but his vocabulary hasn't reached much past "no" and all I can tell you is that he's stellar at peek-a-boo and weak at giving great big hugs but still so adorable when he tries.
And his favorite activity is opening and closing the blinds - exactly the reason I don't have a whole lot to say about this little guy right now. I can tell he's going to be a quiet type. I'll hear nothing but turn around to him up on the table or standing directly behind me with his blanket over his head. He's like a little silent ghost. I get the feeling I also will be needing to up my game in staying a step ahead of him in years to come.