MBC: Oh my goodness, weren't those little wellies the best thing you've ever seen?
Steve: Not really. They look just like regular wellies, but they're small.
MBC: I know! They're so small. They're tiny to fit on little tiny, baby feet that can go tramping through the garden. (pause to think about whether I should go back and buy 12 pairs of tiny wellies) Maybe I should buy some baby wellies.
Steve: We don't have a baby.
MBC: Don't they make you wish we had a baby? So we could squash it into little wellies?
Steve: They're just little boots.
A day or two later I was looking at zooborns and I saw this great photo and I made Steve look at it while I gushed over how sweet and tiny that little jumping goat is.
MBC: Look at this goat! Isn't this the sweetest goat you've ever seen? Doesn't this goat make you wish we had a baby? (I'm really not campaigning for a child. Tiny things just make me think about babies.)
Steve: But it's a goat. It makes me wish we had some livestock maybe.
Last night we had an activity with our little 8 to 11-year-olds at church. Darling, red-headed Lydia came in late, sat down on a chair in the first row, swiveled around, looked me up and down, pointed her two fingers toward her eyes and then at me in that I've-got-my-eye-on-you gesture, and then turned back around in order to raise her hand every 2 seconds to give the missionaries what for. Later in the evening she held my hand while she prattled on about everything she's ever thought and told me that she knows all about me and how I've been talking about her. (I have. Her Dad was over a few weeks ago.) I want her to be my best friend in Scotland. I want her to have slumber parties at my house and to keep me amused with her sassy, 8-year-old ways.
Then we drove Chloe home (after she gave an earnest closing prayer in which she prayed for the people who were "destructioned" in the volcano) and she talked and talked and talked in her tiny, soft voice to Steve about where she goes to school (with detailed directions on how to reach it) and how her Dad dropped her off at the swimming pool before checking to see if there were life guards and about the Travelodge where they stayed over Easter holidays.
When Chloe got out of the car, Steve turned to me and said, "Now, I want a baby."
Which is not any kind of announcement. But next time we're at the car boot sale, I'm buying boots.
6 comments:
"But it's a goat. It makes me wish we had some livestock maybe."
Bwaahaaahaa! Love to hear see that you married someone with a sense of humor. But I agree, those goats are SUPER cute. And it kind of makes me want a baby.....only I just had one.
Steve as actually very good with children. You'll have to see him with his niece Cali to fully appreicate this softer side. Much more patient than his father at the same age. He'll make a great dad he's been well trained. No self-congradulations there. It was his mother that did the training.
KWB
What a fabulous post. I agree about the tiny wellies and the little goat.
Lady Susan--He does have a sense of humor but he does also want livestock, I think. He loves farms.
KWB--Yes, I agree. He's very patient and gentle when he needs to be.
Heidi--I know, right? They're so darling.
Watch out when you walk past baby announcements in the store, next thing you know, you'll be stocking up on those, too.
My goodness, Chloe would make anyone want to have a child - she's perfect. :-)
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