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A toddler's intuition

Paisley is becoming such a little grown up. Of course she is exhibiting massive amounts of independence by doing everything she can by herself (dressing/eating/getting in the car) and choosing the things she eats/wears/plays with.

But she also seems to have an interesting sense of what is going on. Recently my Mom's dog passed away and he was around since I was 17. So I cried when I hung up the phone an Paisley was so sweet in comforting me and saying that "mama's sad". She was beyond good the rest of the day.

But last night in our lengthy bedtime ritual that entails pee-peeing on the potty several times, excessive tooth brushing and lots of hand washing, we also talk about a picture that is on the counter.

Both Aaron and I are in it and she loves to talk about the picture of "mama and dada". But suddenly last night it occurred to her that she was missing and she asked "where Paisley go?"

I thought it was so interesting that she would note herself missing and then she followed up with "Paisley in mama's belly". Now, she wasn't in my belly unless you count her egg that was hanging out in there with all the other eggs wondering how they would EVER get fertilized with my PCOS jacked-up ovaries.

But the fact that she realizes she was once in my belly was amazing to me. She knows somehow that I carried her and that she was in there. And so I rocked her extra long last night just savoring the sweet silence with my adorable little baby girl who is growing into such an incredible person.

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