Baby

F has a new favorite book, Who Is Coming to Our House. It’s a sweet Christmas book her Grandma gave her last year in which all the animals prepare the stable for the arrival of Mary and Joseph. I’m not all that sure what benefits the new webs spun by the spider offer but I suppose that’s being picky. I’ve had to read this book at least 20 times today so I think I get to be critical at this point. F hurries me along to the end, turning pages as fast as she can then, on the final page when Mary is holding the baby (labor and delivery having been skipped over entirely as on the next to the last page she is very pregnant and approaching the stable on a donkey), F points to the baby and says “baby”.

Yesterday it sounded like “bay” but today she is getting that second syllable in there. “Baby.” “Baby.” Then she grabs the book, closes it, and shoves to towards me to read again.

Stumble it!

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