I brought Mia home on Christmas Day. Wesley had to work earlier in the day, but Mia and I came home that evening. The ride back to Dallas was interesting. At one point, Mia decided that she wanted me to read her a story, so I started telling her one. She said, "No, Mommy! Book! Read!" She wanted me to hold it up and turn the pages as I was driving. Fortunately, I have Goodnight Moon memorized and I had the board book version in the car. I was able to hold it up and turn the pages with one hand, drive with the other hand, and tell her the story from memory. It was one of those moments where I felt like SuperMom. Unfortunately, there was nobody there but Mia to witness my awesome mommy-ness. When it got dark, I told Mia that I couldn't read anymore books. I guess she got bored because she started telling me a story. She's never done that before. This is kind of how it went: Mia, "Puppy kai! (cry)". Me,"Why is the puppy crying?" Mia, "Owie!" Me, "What happened?" Mia, "Reese bite!" (Reese is her friend at daycare). Me, "Oh no, Reese bit the puppy and now it's crying?" Mia, "Yes." Then she waited a second and said, "Puppy wet!" Me, "He is?" Mia, "Pamper!", Me, "Puppy needs a Pamper?" Mia, "Yes. Pie pipe! (baby wipe)". It was pretty random and funny.
We were all tired when we got home, but Mia had toys from Santa Claus waiting for her. She love, love, loved her little kitchen. I could barely get her to look at me for a picture because she was so interested in it. Her baby bassinet from Santa was a big hit too. She tried to crawl into it, so I had to explain to her that it's too little and only for her baby dolls. She loved all of her gifts. I was really excited to see her playing on her own. She's usually my little shadow, so it was different to see her run off to her room to play with her new toys. We decided to get her a little pink laptop because she won't leave our laptop alone. Whenever she gets the chance, she runs over to our laptop and starts pushing buttons. When we start walking toward her and telling her to stop, the little booger just types faster. Her new computer has helped with that problem. However, she can't say the word "computer", so she keeps calling it her "potato".
"Hey, I can take a nap!"
"Oh yeah, that's for babies!"