This evening, I got into what I think promises to be my favorite argument with Abby of all time.
When Papa came to visit yesterday, he brought with him two books that Nana had picked out for the children: I Love You Mommy and I Love You Daddy. They're sweet little stories about Baby Bear; his adventures with, and love for, each of his parents, and Abby is very fond of them. I've read each book no less than four times since they entered our home.
They were also her story choices for bedtime this evening, and after I finished the second one, Abby was in the mood for some cuddle time. She snuggled up in (what's left of) my lap and said, "I love you, Mommy."
I kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you, Abby,"
She looked up at me with the slightest bit of defiance, and some urgency, and said, "I love you,
We went back and forth like this a couple of times until she finally said, "Nonononono, I love you, Mommy!"
I found myself thinking of a lovely scene from the episode of The Office in which Pam and Jim are getting married, and Pam is stressing out a little about how the day will go. Jim tells her to take a photograph in her mind of each good moment and store it there.
I've just stored a little mental video that I hope to keep forever.
Speaking of photographs, I took a real one the other day of this little contraption.
Abby put it together a few days ago and dubbed it Raspberry. From that time on, she carried it around with her, cradling it like a baby and pretending to care for it. That is, until she brought it upstairs with her for dinner a couple of nights ago (there it is, on our dining room table), and has seemingly forgotten about it since.
I did catch her in the playroom today, however, having adopted some other random toy as her new "Raspberry."
I think she's ready for her new sibling, don't you?