Oh, this child. She is quite a piece of work, let me tell you. The things that have been coming out of her mouth lately have left us speechless on many occasions. All of a sudden, she is the grammar police. Half of her sentences start with things like, "By the way..." and "Um, Mommy, didn't you know..." Neither of those things have nearly the impact in print that they do when they roll off the tongue of a sassy little redhead. Of course all of this is to be expected from a child who insists on sleeping in kitty cat ears, right?
She has been pretty funny with her baby sister. People keep asking me what Raya thinks of her and if she likes her. Truth be told, Raya does like her, but she doesn't have a whole lot of time to give her attention because she's so busy with all of the important things that 4 year olds do, like blowing bubbles, watching the same 3 episodes of Jake and the Neverland Pirates for the millionth time each, and playing with toys.
Every now and then she asks me if she can feed her a bottle. It lasts for about 5-10 seconds before she looks at me and says, "Um, Mommy, my hand is just getting too tired. Can you feed her the rest?"
On Sunday afternoon, Raya happened to be standing next to me and saw Piper spit up. It was a NORMAL sized baby spit-up. MAYYYYYYBE a teaspoon or less, and it all landed on a burp rag. A look of disgust came over Raya's face and she said, "Eew!! Mommy, she puked!" I was speechless. Completely without words for the child who made 18 months of my life a vomit bath. I now regret not having taken pictures of the many, many, MANY vomit messes she made or videos of her puking just so that she could have seen how gross REAL puke is. I laughed and told her that she was the pot calling the kettle black. Of course that only confused her and she told me not to call her that. I told her that Piper just had a little spit-up, not puke, and that puke is what SHE used to do all the time. Then I told her the story about the day when she was about 7 or 8 months old and I turned around after hearing her vomit and saw that she had grabbed a burp rag and was smearing it around in the puddle on the kitchen floor in what I could only assume was an attempt to clean up after herself. I knew back then that she would be a smart little cookie if she was already learning to clean up her own puke by mimicking what she saw the rest of us do several times a day.
It has been a lot of fun having a newborn in the house again. It might be a smidge more fun once she learns to latch on so that I can stop pumping, but I'm SO not complaining because I'm thrilled to pieces that she is willing & able to drink from a bottle, albeit slowly and with a lot of stopping to clear the milk from her airway. We will take whatever successes we can get when it comes to feeding these baby girls of ours! I have been ignoring & neglecting pretty much everything that doesn't absolutely HAVE to be done because this little girl won't stay a newborn very long and I'm going to soak up every second of her that I can. Even if it means that I'm a zombie.
As much as I hate to admit it, I probably am as tired as I look in the picture. It's worth it though. :)
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