My oldest, Isabella has said some of the funniest things this week.
My last trimester of pregnancy we had someone clean the house a couple of times a month and my kids love it. Ms. Ruth was here to clean yesterday, so everyone was happy to come home to a clean house. At the dinner table we were discussing how much we loved our clean house and how good Ms. Ruth is at cleaning our house.
Isabella (gratefully): Ms. Ruth cleans really good. You do too Mommy, you just don't clean anymore. (That brought about roars of laughter from me and hubby)
Today I was googling "babies with bad gas" - Annais and Isabella had to come with me to the computer because they wanted to know what to do to help poor Judah too. I was reading the information out loud and this is what they said:
Annais (concerned): So, what is all this gas about?
Isabella (very seriously): Well, it's all about nipples and formula.
(Amazing what they can pull from a few paragraphs of text)
Last night watching Judah all curled up on my belly, Isabella and I were talking about how he probably curled up like that in my uterus.
Isabella (happily): So, Judah already made a friend, your uterus.
Oh, laughter is good medicine!