Today, after their naps, Micaiah, at her cranky best, insisted she did not need to potty and declared, by yelling at her Momma, that she had already done so in her diaper. Needing to deal with her equally cranky brother I calmly told her to go tell her Daddy what she had told me (so he could deal with her dirty duds while I handled Emmett's). Thus, she turned in the direction of the living room, but suddenly stopped, turned, gave me the sweetest look and said, "Mommy, I'm sorry I yell at you."
File under: The things that melt a Momma's heart.
Later, as we were leaving church this evening, a little girl was tugging Emmett behind her through the nursery. She announced, "One of these days, he's going to get bigger." Feigning surprise, I turned to Emmett and asked, "Is that true? Are you going to get bigger?!"
To which he replied, very emphatically, "Nya-o!"
That's right, Baby, you just let your Momma keep dreaming.
I love these two.