Joyful Noises times six!: Fwee dollars

My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Fwee dollars

Simon asks me every day: “Da baby come out your tummy today?” And every day I have to answer “Not today, buddy.” It’s going to be a long 3 months of waiting!

Yesterday he was on my bed rubbing my tummy and talking about all the things he will do to help when the baby comes out. He will hold it, and hug it, and bring mommy diapers. Those ideas all came from my coaching.

He came up with one idea all on his own. “When da baby comes out,” he said with an air of importance, “I give it fwee dollars.” (Translation $3.) I asked, “You think the baby will need three dollars, huh?” He answered confidently, “Ya. And diapers, and binkies, and blankies.”

Sounds like Simon knows just what his little brother will need. I’m glad he’s planning ahead!