Lilyana: What's that noise?
Me: Sump pump
Lilyana: Washing machine.
Me: You're right. It's the washing machine.
On a trip to the grocery store: I want to go to church. I want to go to church.
At the grocery store I let her push the little cart. She did an excellent job but every once in a while I had to help steer from the front. When I did that she said: Move the hand. Move the hand.
Tonight she came up to me with a box and said "happy birthday." The box was filled with letters. It was not my birthday but she gave me something that was precious to her ... letters.
And finally, we have one pull up left and so we've been scrounging around the house to find anything that might work for a pull up or diaper in her size. We have some Goodnights but they are too big for her right now. I was surprised when I found a diaper in size 5, wondering how that had gotten past and not used. So while Dan was putting the diaper on we found out why it hadn't been used. One of the tabs had pulled off. So he used packing tape to keep it on. I tried to keep her distracted so she wouldn't get tape on her skin. So I put a Goodnight on her head (it was clean, brand-new and never used). She called it her monster mask.
And we did not let her wear it to bed.
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