Mia and I walked through the mall and they are already setting up for Christmas. We saw Santa's house and Mia looked in the window and waved excitedly to him. This is a big change for her. Two years ago she slept under her bed the week of Christmas so he couldn't find her. She thought he was Santa CLAWS and last year when she saw him at the mall she ran backwards into a pillar and fell down crying. I commented to her about the change and she told me that she is four now. She is only scared of Santa when she was three. I add when she was two. She says that she wasn't scared when she was one because she was in my tummy then. I tell her when she was in my tummy and when she was born then turned one, two, three, and now four. She asked for three more birthdays really soon. I said she will be old then. Her reply was "Yes, Mom, I will be like you!"
I almost forgot, last week Mia told me that Poop is another word for Mom. Gee, Mia, I love you too.
Hello world!
8 years ago











