strive for five

On Monday night, I picked the girls up from school and headed to the local Mexican place to meet Marathon Mom and her crew for Mariachi Monday. It was great to sit and chat over some good Mexican. The kids all behaved well (hers better than mine) and got along great. E and A were particularly interested in Baby Meredith...giving me captivating updates like "Oooo! Mommy, she's awake!" from E and "Baby seeping!" (translation: The Baby is sleeping) from A.

After we said our goodbyes and climbed the car, E began to ask a few questions.

"Mommy, when are you going to have a baby in your belly?"
"Uh. Excuse me?" I stammered.
"I want you to have a baby in your belly. I want five."
"You want me to have five babies in my belly!?!?" I coughed out.
"No. I want there to be five in our family. You, me, Daddy, A and a baby."

This came totally out of left field, as E really has never expressed interest in getting another sibling. But, apparently, Baby Meredith did a number on her. Later, she told John that she would prefer a sister and we could name her Leela. However, for now, I think we'll just pretend like Kiki's baby is the littlest sibling in the Slacker family.

As for A, she's fairly against the concept of a younger sibling. Generally when I hold a baby, or sometimes even talk to her classmates, she runs over, grabs my arm and yells "MY MOMMY!" I don't think she's quite ready to share. But, that doesn't mean that she doesn't think babies are useful. As I was buckling her into her carseat after dinner, I noticed a familiar odor rising up from her heiny.

"Ooo, A. Do you have a stinky poops in your diaper?" I asked.
"No, Mommy," A replied. "Baby did it."