Another reason why I love her

Back in July, we took a vacation up north to visit my sister. We were fortunate enough to get to spend time with her husband's family that I just adore!

His sister went in the house with her new born to feed the baby (natural style, if you catch my drift). Mooka had been in there watching tv, which meant they were sharing the couch during lunch time.

Suddenly, Mooka comes running outside, face completely flush and said "I have to talk to you!"

Her next words were priceless, "Mommy, what is she doing to that baby?"

I had to explain how babies get fed from their mommies, which I think helped solidify her decision to not have babies ever.

Fast forward to this week, when we went to the hospital to visit my step-mom. We decided to make a pit-stop on the baby floor before leaving since it's the same hospital where I delivered Baby Bear.

We were able to get a small view through the window of the nursery as there were several families standing around looking at their new loved ones. I had no prouder moment when the following conversation ensued:

Moo (to her brother): Hey, when you were in there they fed you with their boobies.

Me (quietly): No, honey, only Mommy could do that.

Moo (not quietly): O, hey, Mommy fed you with her boob when you were in there.

Baby Bear: I want to go now.

Me: Yeah, me too.

She's not a shy one that little girl of mine!

Babies and belly buttons

A few weeks ago, we pulled in to the Payless parking lot and proceeded to get out of the car. When Mooka got out of the car, in a moment of complete randomness, she nearly burst into tears explaining how she did not want to get married.

ME: Okay, sweet heart. No one is going to force you to get married. May I ask why?

MOO: Well, when you get married you have babies and I don't want to have babies.

ME: Okay.

MOO: I'm going to just live with you forever.

Baby Bear: Yeah, me too.

I thought it was a sweet conversation and moved on.

Tonight, in another moment of randomness, she starts naming the different phases in a person's life - baby, kid, teenager, mom, grandma. I said, well sometimes people are adults and don't become a mom. Which must have triggered her adamant opposition to marriage and babies again, because she started in on "I don't want to have babies."

ME: Honey, why don't you want to have babies?

MOO: Because when you have babies, your belly button stinks.

ME: My belly button smelled like that before I had babies.

MOO: Pause...Mom you are so gross!

:)

Because our lives did not stop

After much deliberation, I have decided to continue to post here. The point of this blog was for me to have a way to document my children's lives, especially considering how horrible I am at scrap-booking and please don't mention the baby books.

So while our lives changed, they did not stop.

And thanks to the back dating option in blogger, I will be able to go back and fill in the blanks.

Continued thanks to all of you who stop by here on a regular basis and who have been supportive/patient as we define our new normal.