I'm realizing how fast my babies are growing up. My big boy is almost 4, and says the funniest things. Someday I'll be so happy that I wrote these down. Because as sweet and as cute as they are, this mommy brain just isn't going to be remembering them. Precious memories.
Big brother: I have a broken leg Mama. (Said very calmly)
Me: You have a broken leg!?
Big brother: MmmmHmmm
Me: I’m sorry to hear that, where is it broken?
Big brother: Here, and here, and here. (Showing me scratches from industrious play outdoors).
Big brother came to wake me up from naptime, and began telling me all about…
Big brother: ”A Hitte (little – not German, just how he pronouces little) owl in our house Mama. And it has a hitte eye. And Papa stepped on it. And now it is Tod! (dead)”
I was still a bit disoriented and had to ask “what was in our house?”
Big Brother: A hitte owl! EULE Mama! (Owl in German)
Want to see it Mama? Come, I show you.
So I dragged myself out of bed and followed him.
He excitedly pointed to something very small at the foot of the bed, and upon closer inspection I discovered the “owl that Papa had stepped on”.
It was a moth. Grin.