My sweet boy

Okay, so having two kids may be okay. At least in fleeting moments between pinching, whining, and hair pulling.

Andrew and I were playing this puzzle game today on my bed (I can't sit on the floor without pain, so we play EVERYTHING on my bed). Anyway, Andrew was putting the pieces together and I was watching...that is how we play, because I can't do anything right.

After he did the amazingly easy puzzle 2 times, he pulled it over to my belly and said, "Now I'll teach you how". I asked if he meant Mommy, and he said, "No, I'm teaching my baby sister". And he proceeded to show my belly how to pop the pieces out and sort them by color and put them back in. At the end of the presentation, he said "Now you can do it by yourself, baby". I told him she couldn't get her arms out to do it yet. He responded, "Okay, then you do it for her, Mommy". When we were all done, he gave my belly a big kiss and pat.

Can I hear an "Awwwwwwww"?

***By the way, the whole time Andrew is lying on my belly, Crunchy was kicking the crap out of me...she is all ready to start the sibling fights, apparently***