Well I have a few minutes in between nursing Ju-Ju, holding Asa back from climbing on me and her, and tending to all the other needs around here. Just a quick interview with Millicent. I'll be back soon with my birth story. I know, I know. But I really mean it.
Me: What do you think of Jerusha?
Mill: Cute (This is also Asa's description of her.)
Me: What do you like to do with her?
Mill: Play and hold. I like to play and hold her. (There has been no playing but lots and lots of holding.)
Me: Who does she look like?
Mill: Me and Asa. (Yes, she does!)
Me: How do you help?
Mill: By getting her dressed and changing her diaper. (Well, close. She gets the diapers and the clothes, but I do the dressing. She did however, help put socks and lotion on.)
Me: What do you think of her name?
Mill: Cute and inspired. (I'm telling you...she said inspired. And she meant inspired by God.)
Me: What do you want to teach her?
Mill: How to go to the potty. And how to walk. (Would sure be nice if she'd teach Asa to go potty.)
Me: Tell me something about J that you like.
Mill: That she looks cute and she lets me hold her.
Me: Where did I have her?
Mill: In the birth pool.
Me: Where did I have you?
Mill: In the birth pool. Ask where you had Asa.
Me: Where did I have Asa?
Mill: At the doctors.
Me: Tell me something about Asa's birth.
Mill: Not good. (Hey, they're my kids to brainwash.)
Me: Why not?
Me: Because why.
Mill: Because he was sick.
Me: How was Ju-Ju's birth?
Mill: Because she wasn't sick. (Like, duh, mom.)
Me: Are you silly a girl?
Mill: Yeah. (A resounding YES!)
Me: Do let like to tell jokes?
Mill: Yeah. (I concur. All day long.)
Father Abraham (That was her joke for my blog friends.)
Me: What are you going to do now?
Mill: Take a bath...I mean, go wait for Kori in the bathroom. (Then take a bath.)
And, oh my goodness, is this too precious. This sends the oxytocin to flowing.