One afternoon, I was helping Ella in another room and left Miles for just a few moments.
Suddenly, I heard the most bizarre sound coming from the living room. It reminiscent of a snuffling pig. I went down the hall, peeked around the corner, and saw my bald baby double fisting contraband applesauce into is mouth while snorting with glee.
A dollop of applesauce fell off his face and landed on the couch. I’ve never see a baby dive as fast as he did to lick it off the upholstered cushion. Obviously, that boy has equal love for milk and table food!
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Aaron and I crawled into bed late on night. We squeezed in between the two kids and lay there for a few moments, laughing quietly with each other over the ridiculous way we had to maneuver to keep from waking them up.
Suddenly, I hear little gasping giggles. I lean over Aaron and barely manage to make out Ella, who is huddled under her blanket and shaking with suppressed laughter.
I whisper, “Is Mama and Daddy silly, Ella?”
The response is even more, sillier laughter. We all join in and then snuggle in close as we fall asleep.
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Ella announced with sudden urgency at the bookstore that she had to poop. I dropped everything, scooped up Miles and practically ran with Ella to the opposite end of the store where the bathrooms were located.
(On a side note, who puts the children’s department on the opposite end of the bathroom? Completely unhelpful.)
Thankfully, the handicap stall was available and I found myself bent over, helping Ella balance and trying to keep Miles from licking the toilet bowl with my knees. When I almost fell in, I gave up. Ella and I had a discussion and we decided to put a diaper on her until we got home. It would be okay.
Sometimes, you’re just ahead to regress.
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