Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
This morning Aubrey was sitting at the kitchen counter eating her waffle and she said suddenly, “Momma. I feel like there’s a party in my pants…”
Me: You WHAAT?
A: I feel like there’s a party in my pants. There is something hanging on my shorts and tickling me. I think they are having a party.
*blinks, too stunned to speak*
YAY! I’m so excited that I get to post what Sadie is saying these days!
Last week I took Sadie with me to a local shoe store to buy a pair of new sandals for Emma. As a young African American man checked me out, Sadie grinned her toothy smile, threw her arms wide open, leaned toward the man and YELLED, “DA-DA!”
He and I fell over laughing.
“No offense,” I said. “But you look NUTHIN like her Daddy!”
This one goes out to Connie and all the CCU nurses and patients who are reading Robin’s Chicks! Y’all ROCK!
On our way from Mississippi to Alabama the other day I told Aubrey(5) and Emma (3) if they were good girls all day (we had lunch with friends, errands to run, followed by a photo shoot) they could have five bucks a piece to spend at Target.
I overheard Aubrey tell her sister, “Wellll, Emma…you can only have FOUR dollars because I want SIX!”
“Hey! Knuckles for the mad math skillz,” I said throwing a fist over the back of my seat for Aubrey to bump. “But you both get five.”
“Aw man,” Aubrey pouted.
Turns out they didn’t get one red cent…we didn’t even make it past the dollar bins at Target and I had to get my mother to take them back to the car because they were acting like the kids from Lord of the Flies.
While eating dinner with one of my very best friends the other night, she mentioned that she couldn’t find even ONE of her daughters 30+ pacifiers. I shared the universal wisdom that, “If you have one pacifier you will never lose it. If you have more than one you can never find any of them. But Emma’s used to be under her bed. I would pull her crib away from the wall and they would be lined up there.”
I got this email an hour later:
“Good call Robin! I just found 17 pacifiers!”
You may remember my adopted son Tristan from South Carolina. His Momma told him to go get in the bathtub after a Little League game…and he did.
