Yesterday, as I brought Livia downstairs following her nap, I was snuggling her and giving her kisses. (I love these few minutes after her naps when she wants me to hold her. She wraps her arms around my neck and tucks herself into a little ball against me. I LOVE it!)
"Livia!" I said. "You are getting so big- and I love you so much!" *kisses*
"You're my BIG girl," I said proudly. "How old are you?" (This has been a common question since her birthday less than a week ago- and she has ALWAYS known the answer and told her questioner,"TWO!")
Well, she pulled back and looked me right in the eyes and said, "TWO . . . and a HALF!"
I couldn't believe it. Okay, yes I can. I'm sure this is directly related to the conversations of her brothers, who actually ARE five-and-a-half and three-and-a-half.
So. . . she was two for six days. At this rate she'll be 10 when her new sibling arrives.
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