Audrey has upped the ante and is now stalking me in the daytime, too. I've not been this tethered to a child since my breastfeeding days.
It's so frustrating, too, because one minute, I am ready to go into the bathroom and lock the door--forever, or until her Dad gets home; and the next, I am giggling at something charming that she just said.
"Mommy, you look pretty," is always a good one.
Anyway, she has been fixated on her babyhood, and for some reason, asked me the other day:
"Mommy, when I was born, did you see my tushie?"
To which I replied, "Of course I did. When you came out of me, you were naked."
"WHHhhaaaaaat?" she asked, completely aghast. "I was NAKED???"
"Honey, everyone is born naked."
She was totally horrified.
As if she would have sprung out of me in pink go-go boots and a Hello Kitty t-shirt, bows in her hair, ready to party.
With as much trouble as the docs had pulling her out during my c-section, it only felt like it.