My name is Jen. I have a contagiously funny husband, three awesomely gorgeous daughters, a knack for design, a love for writing, an obsession with kids fashion, a secret desire to be a photographer and a curfew of 10 pm. WHO'S WITH ME?
OTHER PLACES I HANG OUT
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Monday, Sept. 10th
** DISCLAMER: This entire section of my blog is self-serving. Since I stopped filling my girls’ baby books the week after they were each born, I’ve decided to document their car conversations on my blog. Mostly so that my husband and I can laugh at them. (In a meaningful motherly and fatherly way, of course.)
Lily: “Averi, do you wanna play mommy and baby when we get home?
Averi: “You bet, Lil. But, first, I need to eat a pretzel.”
Lily: “Ok. After you eat a pretzel, do you wanna play mommy and baby?”
Averi: “Yeah, Lil. But, you know, I’m not always going to be able to play with you. Sometimes, I’ll need to play with kids my own age. But other times, I’ll be able to play with you. You bet, Lil. I’ll play with you after I eat my pretzel. But not all the time.”
Lily (pondering with a furrowed brow): Ok. Wanna play mommy and baby when we get home?