Who's Going to Live Here When We Don't? and Other Profound Questions

The other day, Ellie was standing rightnexttome (as she is apt to do) as I changed Lucy's diaper in the babies' room. Ellie was flitting about as she is also apt to do. Rocking in the rocker, skipping around the room. That girl does not stop.

"Mommy, who's going to live in this room when the babies don't?" Ellie asked.

I reached for a new outfit for Lu. She's petite but we don't call her "Toot-in-Pants" for nothing. That girl can make a mess.

"Well, when the babies get older, I think you and Lucy will share this room." The nursery used to be Ellie's room and I was thinking that's what she was getting at, that she wanted her old room back.

"No, but what happens after that?" Ellie persisted. "Who's gonna be in that room after that?"

"Well, at some point, you'll get bigger and grow up and live with your family."

I mean, it's true, right?

Well. This was not the thing to say to a four and a half year old. Because as soon as I said it, Ellie's lip began to quiver and the tears came.

"But I don't want to live anywhere else! I always want to live with you guys!"

Honestly, I often forget she is four. That I need to be careful what I say. I went on to assure her that she could live with us for as long as she wanted. Forever and ever, if she wanted. And then she gave me a hug. So I guess we're good now.

In other news, it's the end of January and I'm happy to report our first snow fall.

Aside from an early morning trek to Disney on Ice (that was almost cancelled due to said snow--oh the irony!) we've had a cozy weekend.

Leo loves to read to the babies (see above). Speaking of Leo, his speech is coming along. He has a few new phrases including one that allows him to argue with me even more effectively (when met with me denying him something, most likely his beloved cheese crackers (which I'm constantly running out of): "Yeah you do Mommy!" He's also added "I love (fill-in-the-blank)" but it's usually a food item (grapes, pizza, cake). He also often hugs whatever he's referring to. Yes, you can hug grapes. Did you know? But he's also started to say, on his own accord, "I love you Mommy/Mama/LucyandHarry" (yes that's one word in Leo's world). And, well, speech delays and all, that's the kind of sentence that is truly worth waiting for.


Intermission.

Ellie danced in her seat throughout the entire show but when the performance was over, she announced she did not have a good time because "there weren't any princesses and Tinkerbelle didn't say hi to her."

Can you hear my eye balls rolling around? All I can say is, she'd adjust her criticism a bit when we take her to DISNEYWORLD in March (more on that, I promise).

The babies are good. Harry has his seventeenth cold. Poor dude. Every time I think I am going to let him CIO in the middle of the night, he gets sick and I just don't have the heart to let a sick(ish) baby cry. But man, I am tiiiiiiiired. I've said it before and I'll say it again:

It's a good thing they're cute.