My sister-in-law had to work late on Halloween, so C and I offered to take Journie out trick or treating and to the little Halloween celebration that is put on in the center of our town. From what I understand she had really been looking forward to getting picking up from daycare by Titi (aunt in Spanish) Frista (her pronunciation of my name). The following is the conversation that ensued between Journie and I on our way home from daycare.
While we were driving, the baby started squishing up under my ribs, and I uttered under my breath “ow, ow, ow” and tried to push him down a little.
J: Titi Frista, why you say “ow, ow, ow”?
Me: Oh, the baby is just squishing me and it hurts a little.
J: It’s time for the baby to come out?
Me: Yeah, it’s getting there.
J: Today?
Me: No, not today… soon though
J: Cause we have to go trick or treat today.
Me: laughing… Yup, that’s right.
::::silence::::
J: The baby is gonna be my cousin?
Me: Yup, the baby will be your cousin. Can you say Christian?
J: Trifstan? Why, who is that name?
Me: Well, that might be the baby’s name.
:::: I look in the rear view mirror to see Journie scrunch her face up ::::
J: Why her have a boy name?
Me: Well, we don’t know yet if the baby is a boy or a girl. If the baby is a girl, her name will be Sofia.
J: emphatically. NO! Her is a girl baby, I know. Sofia.
So Journie weighs in for the record that she thinks the baby is a girl. Now if only she could tell me when this baby might think about arriving… hmmm….
Here’s some pics from Halloween night.
Journie as Tinkerbell
