In the car…

Toby: Mumma? I’m cute!

Later…

Ty: (when I stopped to let someone cross the street) Good job taking turns, Mumma.

At A’s eye appointment… (all said loud enough to make everyone stare)

Ty: Mumma! There’s a pirate! (man with a patch on his eye)

Toby: Mumma? Why does that lady look like an alligator? (lady with very prominent teeth)

Toby: I have poopie that won’t come out, Mumma! Mumma! My pooipe is stuck!

I am thankful for…
my easy pregnancies. It may be kind of weird to think that now, 3 years later, but I started thinking about how fortunate I am when tragedy struck a sweet mother in Ty’s class. She was due with her 2nd child, a boy, tomorrow on Thanksgiving. This past Sunday her baby went into distress and she ending up losing him. I cried when the grandma brought Ty’s friend, the sister, to class for the Thanksgiving show on Tuesday and she told me. She broke down too and just the thought of how horrible and how difficult it must be to carry a baby for 9 months, everything going smoothly, until a few days before you are expecting to bring him home blows my mind. It affects me so deeply to know how they must be hurting; I can’t even fathom how the family must feel. So hug your kids a little tighter, my friends. I am the first to say that my kids can drive me insane, but I can’t imagine the world without them…

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