Beanie had a high fever last night, so I let her sleep with me. Around four in the morning she whimpered a complaint: "I don’t have enough space!" Um, child, may I point out there are two feet of empty bed on the other side of you? (Daddy having vacated to sleep with fever victim #2, his son.)
Our whispered conversation roused the baby, of course. (That would be the child sleeping on the other side of me, with two feet of empty space on HER side, too.) I rolled over to nurse Rilla. Beanie, left alone in her vast expanse of bed space, began to muse.
"Mommy, did you know that whales are mammals?"
Me: "Yes. They nurse their babies too, just like people."
Bean: "Well, not JUST like people. They nurse them underwater."
(P.S. Fever is down this morning, yay.)
Sometimes I Can Be Hard-of-Learning
The Birthday Girl Tells It Like It Is
Wednesday, I think?
Two Weeks Old