Monday, September 20, 2010

Who knew that four was the magic age for asking awkward questions?

I can't believe my baby's four. And I know I say that exact phrase every year. And I also know that every year it's going to be even more unbelievable to me how big she is. It seems like James and I should be celebrating the birth of our first child, not celebrating the birthday of our now FOUR year old.
Along with her four years of life have come some fun new questions, like.....
"When was I in your tummy?" "Was I always in your tummy?" "How did I get in your tummy?"
Which led to even more questions....
"How do babies get in their mommy's tummy?" Imagine me nonchalantly giving some general answer like "Well God put them there." And then imagine London's frustration at me for not giving her a better answer, like she knows I'm withholding information from her. "I know mommy, but how?" I won't bore you with the details of that explanation, except that I felt like satisfactorily gave her legitimate answers without going down that road quite yet. I'm not ready for that road anytime soon.
But anyway, back to my baby. And by baby I mean London. Because she will always, and I mean ALWAYS be my baby.








3 comments:

Taylor & Stephanie said...

Ha, too funny! By the way, did you get the pictures from London's birthday breakfast with her daddy that I emailed you last week? I never heard back, so I wasn't sure if you got them. Let me know!

nana said...

Happy Birthday, my little doll baby!!

nana said...

Happy Birthday, my little doll baby!!