So last night wasn't so great. So much for my three nights makes a pattern theory. Casey did swimmingly well-- slept all night in his own room. Marcie, on the other hand, did not want to be in that pack n play. She was up at 10pm. Again around 1:30am. Again (for the day) at 5:00am. Not good for this sleepy mommy. It's no wonder the girl needs an afternoon nap!
In other news, today while I was kissing Casey good night for his nap, we were talking about his birth family and how we are going to visit them. We went through the whole family-- everyone we're going to get to see. Casey seems especially excited about seeing his cousin Kayla-- who must be around 13 years old by now! Anyway, this morning I had read the book How I Was Adopted by Joanna Cole. When we were talking about seeing his birth family, he asked if he grew in a belly. I told him he did-- he grew in Angie's uterus, and she picked us to be his mommy and daddy. He asked if he'd see her, and I explained that she died. Then I told him how lucky we were that she picked us. "We're so lucky, Casey!" I exclaimed. "We are so lucky Angie picked us to be your parents. We love you so much."
And Casey looked at me and said, "Grandma's lucky, too."
"She is?" I asked. "Why do you think Grandma's lucky?"
He explained, "She says she's lucky all the time!"
I guess he's been listening. . . just another lesson in why we need to think about what we say in front of our kids and the messages we send. They don't miss a thing!
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They are indeed little sponges. I really admire the canodr and warmth you have when talking about his birth family. Thank you for sharing these stories.
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