The Things Teagan Says...

Teagan: Mom, I want to give your tummy a little squeeze.

Me: Why?

Teagan: Because it's beautiful.

Mom, I want to come wiv you wash your hands. But don't touch me with poo.

Me: Remember not to run with scissors, sweetheart.

Teagan: I don't like running.

Did you know I was a baby when I was just born?

You're so pretty Mummy. (After I'd already started to read her an extra story - no flattery needed.)

In the middle of a Target trip: I love you very much, Mom. (Aww!)

During a particularly difficult bout with constipation, with hours spent on the potty hugging Buddy and I or squeezing our fingers, she wanted to accompany me to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, she offered for me to hold her hands and squeeze. How sweet.

We spent 20 minutes reading the book I made telling her birth story. She pointed to my belly in the photo then pulled up my shirt and said "It's a match!"

I had her put her hand on my tummy because it was moving. "Mummy! My bum's moving - put your hand on it."

To Mason: I'm just here. Don't just cry. You need a hold my finger?

"Eebee" - even
"A most a be" - supposed to be
"Nipstick" - lipstick...or a brilliant new invention