It's a funny thing, expecting a baby while raising a toddler. I find myself constantly wondering what life is going to be like raising a newborn and a tornado simultaneously. Toddlers are strange, irrational, unpredictable and delightful little creatures and you don't have to pay super close attention to catch some real gems pretty much every day. Like today.
The iToddler was happily munching away on her Annie's Shells & Cheese when mama's Chinese delivery showed up earlier than expected (she was supposed to be in bed, so as to not hoard my dumplings). As soon as she saw the delivery guy, she dumped out her shells & cheese and ran up to me with her (now empty) bowl and squealed, "PPEEEAAASSSEEEE!" (Note: is it bad that she knows that delivery guy and that he comes bearing pork?)
So she stayed up and stole my dumplings.
But it wasn't all thievery and selfishness. Oh no. She shared the dumplings (and her milk), with her regular dining partners, Mama Panda and Baby Panda.
For the record, the pandas were a gift from Sean to ME for pushing a Volkswagen through a straw. But that's another post altogether.
Anyway, she is very kind to Mama and Baby Panda, in general. She shares all her meals with them. They have crusty mouths to prove it.
Mama and Baby Panda are her babies. She likes babies. She likes the idea of babies. She likes to give babies gifts and pet them and dance for them and pretend to take care of them. But I don't think she really gets that she's about to start living with a real. live. baby.
After all, she currently thinks a baby lives in my boob.
What's really fun for me is watching all my friends have their second babies while raising toddlers. The stories I get to read on Facebook are just so stinking funny. And every once in a while, you see a picture that requires no caption. It speaks for itself.
It makes me realize, if I thought life was funny and storytelling-worthy now, imagine what it will be like in ohhhh, say, 6 months.
I just want to go on the record officially to say: I. CAN'T. WAIT.