Speaking of Miss Maya, on Tuesday, she curled up in my nursery chair and covered herself up with the crib blanket, informing me that she was waiting until Michael arrived. When I reminded her that Michael wouldn't be coming for another 15 weeks or so and that she'd have to wait until July, she gave me that intense, "I want my way" stare and asked if she could go in and get him. Just for a bit, of course; she'd put him back in time for the doctor to get him in July. Yeah... sorry... no.
|Waiting for her baby brother|