I guess it really is time to have another baby. My baby Claire is not so much a baby anymore, as evidenced by this recent conversation (as if the fact that we are even
having a conversation is not proof enough):
Claire: (while laying flat on her back in the bath with only her little face and belly sticking out of the water) "Tickle mommy!" (pulling my hand to her tummy)
Me: "Ok. Claire are you going to start sleeping in a big girl bed?"
Claire: "Yeah, Gramma's." (this is where the "big girl bed" Claire will probably be using currently resides)
Me: "Yep, your big girl bed is at Grandma's right now, but we are going to bring it to YOUR room. Who is going to need your crib?
Claire: (sits up) "Baby!" (pointing to my tummy-laughs as usual when she notices my bulging stomach)
Me: "That's right! What is baby sister's name?"
Claire: "ZUCIE!" (then lays back down in the water, grabs my hand, and says..."Ticka... nigh, nigh.")
There you have it. Big sister Claire is ready to share her crib and make room for little "Zucie."
*Oh, and if you don't believe me that my little 20 month old child is really that insistent on being "tickled" constantly, just look at these pictures as proof. Thanks Chelsey:)
