Last night I helped Mabel potty before bedtime. As usual, she took her ever-lovin' time sitting there, hop-flopping her pudgy legs and pointing at her (still purple) toenails. She told me about her day, about her "fwends" Quinton and Awex (Alex). She talked about how much she loved her princess nightgown. It was "pitty". She told me 111 times that she was not done going potty.
The boys were already tucked into their beds. I was anxious to relax after working all day, walking miles through the plant, and mowing the grass. But she looked so dang cute I could eat her with marshmallow fluff.
I knelt in front of her and put my hands on her little knees. Told her to hurry. She made a fish face at me and grinned. Blew a few raspberries. Then she made me a fish face, too. She giggled. I giggled.
I thought about how big she is now, my third spawn. Totally not an infant anymore. Her legs kept flopping and her toes tickled my knees.
Then she reached out and poked me in both eyes. "Mama, you have eyebrowns."
I loved her a little more right then.