“Momma! Daddy! Look! I found the machine that makes clouds!!”
On any given day I am carrying a metric crap-ton of stuff. Kid stuff, baby stuff, my stuff. I cram all this stuff into a moderatly sized diaper bag and hope I didn’t forget anything.
When I have to run into a store or in the rare moments I find myself sans kids, I have two choices. Either lug the overstuffed bag in with me or carry my keys, phone, and wallet and hope I don’t absentmindedly set them down somewhere and lose them. (This may have happened to
me A FRIEND once or twice before.) I decided I was going to buy myself a nice new tiny bag for these very instances. Something small to fit inside the giant one.
I shopped and searched for the perfect one. I finally came across a pink leather bag with a cross body strap. Perfect! I was so excited I called my husband to tell him about it. (I don’t get out much.) I explained that it was basically a glorified wallet with a strap. My technology loving husband immediately understood.
“Oh! like the phablet [phone/tablet hybrid] of the bag world.”
As we were getting ready to leave for the day it hit me for the millionth time. I have TWO daughters. Sometimes it feels so surreal. This time, I turned to my oldest and asked her if she could believe that she FINALLY had a sister. Her reply was nothing short of amazing.
“Yes, Momma, it is SO amazing. I wished for a sister for Christmas [last year]. I asked Santa over and over again. I thought he would bring me one. But guess what, Momma? YOU brought her instead. Not Santa, YOU. I just can’t believe it. You are magic. It was like magic. Now, I have a sister.”
The four year old was all tucked in and peacefully drifting off to sleep, or so I thought. I walked by her bedroom door and heard her arguing and thrashing about. I decided to peek in and check on her.
“Everything ok?” I asked peering through the darkness.
“Uh, do you need help, Peanut?” I offered.
“Yes! I am trying to sleep but my blankets just wanna fight with me!”
And just like that I added blanket negotiations and peace keeping to my resume.
Every morning my four year old comes bounding into my room to say hi. Every morning I ask her to make me breakfast. Every morning she makes the excuse that she is “too little.” The other morning I asked her to make me coffee.
“I can’t! I am just a kid!” she exclaimed. Then she paused, thought and said, “Oh! Wait!” before scampering off.
My husband and I smiled and continued our conversation. A few moments later my husband looked slightly panicked as he said, “I think she might actually be making you coffee!!”
She knows how to use the Keurig. Thankfully we keep it unplugged.
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