So, I haven't written in awhile. I've been a little busy, but I'm not sure why. Oh yeah, I have an almost three year old and a 5 month old (who thinks sleep is for the weak).
As I was walking and bouncing a sleeping Cecilia, I was thinking about how I've neglected writing down so much of what's been happening. The girls make me laugh and cry pretty much on a daily basis. My friend compared life with a "threenager" to repeatedly slamming your finger in a drawer. That describes it pretty accurately. I will write a separate post on that later. Maybe in another 5 months. This post is about what just transpired, and I don't ever, ever want to forget it because it made me laugh really hard. Of course it has to do with my dear, sweet Genevieve.
I was rocking a sleeping Cecilia in my darkened bedroom when G quietly bursts in and hands me one of her apple slices. She often will come in and check on me if I've been trapped in the bedroom for awhile. I thanked her, and she was on her way after I told her I'd try to be out in a few more minutes. I was hoping to lay Cecilia down on the bed to sleep, but then she started crying. I began nursing a half asleep baby when G came in again, smelling suspiciously like my cookies. Genevieve said, "Mom, you have to share your cookies with me." Well, now Cecilia was awake. That's just how it goes in our house. I said to Genevieve, "Did you eat one of my cookies?" to which she replied with an affirmative head nod and an "Uh huh!" She was so proud of herself. As we walked down the hall, she kept talking about how I had to share my cookies with her and Dad. I told her that she gets to eat yummy chocolate peanut butter cookies that I can't have, so I don't always have to share my special cookies with her. She then said, "But I shared one of my apples with you." I immediately burst into laughter. Thaaaaaat's why she brought me an apple slice. She shared one of her foods with me and then helped herself to my cookies. This girl is too smart.
