"Mama, I'm big."
"You're small."
"Allen's a baby."
"You have small teeth, mama."
"I'm big. Dada's big. You're small."
It appears that Ivan's focused on observing sorting things, even if they sometimes don't make sense. (Like, why am I small, but he's big?) Maybe it's just a semantic exercise. Maybe this is a reference to what they're learning at daycare. Maybe, maybe, maybe....Now I sound like Ivan.
In any case, it's been really humorous listening to him constantly classify people according to their respective size.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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- Nina
- Just another 30-something who lives in Washington, D.C. burbs, juggling kids, family, work, etc. This is a story about my transformation into a mom--thoughts on motherhood, ponderings on unexpected mommy dilemmas, and a record of my sons' developmental milestones and other silly events--while trying to preserve a sense of self.
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