
if mommy had put the christmas ornaments away, i wouldn't have this boo-boo.

yummy pasta (and our bib replacement)

chowing down on her first soft taco actually in a shell

breaking in the clean sheets (this is the outfit she picked out herself after naptime, by the way)

"mommy, take a picture!"
(story time in her favorite nightgown)

"cheese!!!" (i know it looks like peek-a-boo. but that's not what she was saying.)
One of the most exciting things for me is that I think on some level, she understands there is a baby in my belly. Tonight she pointed to her framed ultrasound photos on the wall above her bed, and she said, "in mommy's tummy!" She occasionally talks about her brother or sister, or sometimes brother AND sister, and last night after she kicked me in the stomach as I tried to get her to settle down at bedtime, she became very apologetic, lifted up my shirt, and kissed my belly. "I'm sorry Mama. Baby so sweet." I almost felt bad for scolding her for kicking me and not settling down. Almost, but only for a fleeting moment.