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Saturday, March 8

things maia said this week


At the dinner table, this has been a typical prayer of late:

Thank you for the food. Thank you for Oma and Opa. Thank you for mommy. Thank you for daddy. Thank you for puppy. Thank you for the tigers. Thank you for my shoes. Amen.


At the breakfast table:

This is crunchy cereal... I like that... it's yummy.

Then, randomly, to follow that:

I ask you a question. Did the little penguin fall down and bump his big head?

While eating an apple in the next room, and coughing a little as she chewed on the apple peel, she yelled this to put us at ease:

It's okay. I'm just choking!

Maia has also begun to read books 'by self!'. Today, she picked up the mostly empty notebook I use to track business mileage, and proceeded to read:

This is a book about Diego. (flip page)

Dora and Diego are our friends. (flip page)

Dora and Diego did it. (flip page)

Dora and Diego did it. (flip page)

Diego and Dora did it. (flip page)

Dora and Diego did it. (flip page)

Dora did it and Diego did it too. (flip page)

Dora and Diego did it. (flip page)

Once there was a mother. (flip page)

The end!

Sunday School at our house church has begun to make quite an impression on Miss Maia as well. This week she has begun to randomly yell out:

Jesus loves Maia so much and so much and SO MUCH!
Today she repeated that same sentence, and added with conviction:

The bible tells me so.

If you ask Maia whether the new baby will be a boy or a girl, she will invariably answer:

A boy.

But if you ask her if it will be a brother or a sister, she will invariably answer:

A sister.

A boy sister. Poor kid.

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