Hailey is at soccer practice so Leah is hanging out beside me in my bed (me preferred spot for working on the computer). She is leaning back against the pillow in a pink pajama top and too-small red pants (she picked them out). She has her legs crossed in front of her with a can of cashews between her legs (her dad’s cashews that she went and snitched from the pantry).
She is chomping away and asked me if I wanted some “peanuts”.
I said, “No thank you, Leah. I don’t like cashews.”
She said, “But when you put them in our mouth they’re good.” (You must say the word good with three syllables to hear it the way she said it).
I LOVE this age. I love the way her voice sounds, I love the way she pronounces words, I love her sweetness, and I love that she is still so cuddly. I love that after she sang Happy Birthday to my mom today, she followed up with 4 more songs.
She just said “no way Jose” to me (out of the blue and not in response to anything) and then closed the cashew can and told me that she didn’t like them either (after eating LOTS). There is no telling what she will come back from the kitchen with next.