Rebekah pedalled her tricycle yesterday! She usually pushes it along with her feet, but now she can pedal. She was so proud that she had to call her grandparents and YELL into the phone, "I pedalled my bicycle all by myself!" (She doesn't say tricycle--everything from a big wheel to a motorcycle is a bicycle.) And thanks to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, she says, "Pedal, pedal, pedal. Pedal, pedal pedal." (Those of you with preschoolers addicted to Playhouse Disney know what I'm talking about.)
She's starting to talk about her baby sister more and more, usually in a good way. One day last week, she hid behind the Christmas tree and said, "I don't want a new baby to come to my house anymore" (also suspiciously similar to something she saw on Disney). But in the same week she climbed on my lap, hugged my big belly (oh, yes, it is getting big) and said, "I love you, baby. I love you, Annabelle." I have explained to her that the baby is hers, too, not just Mommy's and Daddy's. She'll be making a lot of adjustments, especially since the girls will share a room, but hopefully she will be enjoy being a big sister. Until Annabelle gets big enough to steal her toys!
P.S. I love saying "the girls"--such a happy idea to have two little girls in our home soon. And it also reminds me of our family trips to the Shepherd of the Hills in Branson--"What would Sarah and the girls say?" Remember that, anybody?
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I was five when my brother was born (23 years ago this month) and in my five-year-old brain I didn't want a brother because I was visualizing he would be bigger than me. And I thought he'd have black hair and overalls. But he was red-headed and naked...hehe.
I had forgotten about Sarah and the girls. We really have that now. This is great.
David
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