I’m in the bathroom, daring to use toilet paper in peace by leaving the children alone in the living room together. I hear a yelp and then both are screaming. I dash into the living room with my pants around my ankles and scoop up Miles while sitting down on the floor next to Ella.
“What happened, babe?” I ask.
“Miles BITE ME!”
“Where did he bite you?”
At this point, I can hardly contain my laughter but manage to ask how he even reached her nipple. She replies, dead serious and looking at me like I’m an idiot,
“I nursed him, Mama”.
We’re traveling in the car and Ella is chattering away about how something is tasty and something else is yucky. I really should have tuned in sooner, because suddenly she’s thrown her muddy snow boot in the front seat declaring,
“Snow on this boot YUCKY. Snow on my other boot yummy.”
I guess we should be more clear about when, where, and how a person can eat snow when the benefits are being presented to a toddler.
Ella is sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, SO proud of the fact she just pottied successfully in it. She peeks inside and shrieks,
“Mama! I make YELLOW potty!”
Without missing a beat, she askes,
“Will it be purple next time?”
Sitting in my rocking chair, I’m nursing Miles and singing softly as we are all winding down for bedtime. From the floor at my feet, where she is snuggling with babies, Ella looks up at me and whispers,
“I luff you, Mama”.
It was the first time she ever spoke those words to me.