A few random observations on life with my girls right now.
Everyone in our family likes to give and receive raspberries. Not the fruit kind – the kind where you buzz your lips against a jiggly tummy or a juicy thigh. I have been razzing my girls since they were born, and it’s always good for a laugh and a smile all around. I can’t get enough of it, to be honest. One day a couple of weeks ago, Sophie lifted up my shirt as I was sitting on the couch, and I thought she was angling for a nursing session. Nope. She leaned down and gave me a raspberry. It was so incredibly cute. Julie has gotten in on the action now too, and it seems like we end up having raspberry time most nights before bed these days. I especially love it when the girls do it to each other. It’s hilarious.
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A conversation between me and Julie this afternoon as I was starting dinner:
J: I don’t like cabbage.
Me: Why not?
J: Because if I liked cabbage then I would be a grownup.
So typical of Julie. So funny in the moment.
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Sophie snorts when she laughs really hard. Sometimes, I do too.
Thank you for brightening my morning…I love raspberries, too!
Too cute!!
Enjoy your girls!
That is so darn cute. Love giving raspberries to kids on their tummies. I snort when I laugh hard too!
I don’t like cabbage, therefore I am not a grownup. Yay!
Cute story about the raspberries!
I had a friend once whose older daughter tried to raspberry the younger daughter’s tummy. Unfortunately, she left bruises and the babysitter turned them in for child abuse. My friend tried to explain to the doctor giving the exam what had happened, but he said that wasn’t what it looked like to him. As a result, she had to put up with CPS random home inspections, plus she had to take the baby to the doctor once a week for a year.
I didn’t mean to be a downer, but what happened to her made me so angry.
We call those “Zerberts” at our house – courtesy of a little cousin with a speech impedement/lisp. And we give them like crazy. Only, when the 17 yr. old is holding the 13 yr. old down and yelling, “Zerberts!” I do worry about the neighbors calling Child Welfare Services!