Won't my mama be so proud of me are the words I hear my two year old singing over and over (and over) as she plays in her own little world, with The Bumble Bee Song lyrics dancing through her mind.
Yes my love, your mama is so proud of you.
Mama, where did baby Jesus go? she asks as her inquisitive mind notices the neighbor's Christmas nativity scene no longer decorates their front yard. When I explained that the manger scene was packed up after the holiday, she sits quiet for a moment only to respond with Baby Jesus lives in our heart mama.
I get a pop for being disobeeedient she proudly states as Daddy walks through the front door after what I'm sure was a long day for us both. Clearly I need to reevaluate my game plan if pops are a bragging point for her.
I need to go find him are the words she shrieks when McClain is hiding from his buddy during one of their games of follow you {a combo of chase and hide-and-go seek}.
By far my favorite is when she speaks I need a hug, kiss, squeeze Mama whenever we part ways - either at the nursery or at naps. We don't lose our grip without her innocent voice mumbling the words I never want to live without. I can just see me dropping her off somewhere during her teenage years, rolling down the car window, exclaiming Lucy Mills, I need a hug, kiss, squeeze! Won't she be the popular gal?
Sweet!
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