Yesterday when Baby Kit and I were food shopping, I was talking to him like always. We talk about what is on my list, what we are buying, and whatever comes to mind. Well when we were getting our milk, an old man comes up to me and say, "You are still talking to your baby?"
I smiled.
"We came in when you did and you were talking to him then too," he said.
"I have a 2 and half year old too and I always have talked to both of them a lot," I explained.
"Does he answer?" he asked.
"He sure does, but you have to be his mother to understand him," I answered.
He then tickled Baby Kit and I said Merry Chirstmas before walking away. He wasn't mean or anything. I think he was just geniunely curious. It is just so strange to me cause talking to my kids is so second nature. I couldn't imgain not talking to them. I guess different strokes for different folks...
And then there is my Sam. Kit and I were at nursery school yesterday early cause we finished food shopping early. Where the parents wait to pick up the kids is next to a big room that the kids ride bikes and run around in when it is rainy or too cold outside. So Baby Kit and I were sneaking a peak thru the door and don't you know that Sam saw us. She starts jumping up and down, excitedly screaming, "MOMMA"S BACK AGAIN!" She then ran to a bunch of different kids to tell them before she continued playing. AWWWWW, my heart! She is such a funny girl. She is so out going and independant, but really is very sweet and sensitive on the inside.
Merry Christmas everyone and safe travels to those of you who are traveling for the holiday!