Friday, April 29, 2016

"Mom, Neva is so pretty."

William ADORES Neva. Tonight, as I nursed Neva in the silence of their room I heard his little voice. "Mom, Neva is so pretty."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're pretty, too," he added as a concession.

"That's kind of you to say, Will."

Barrett always asks to hold her. At the worst times, I might add. "Hold Neva Mae, Mom?"

But seriously, Neva is PERFECT. Perfect. When she's tired and getting fussy, she doesn't cry. Instead, she starts to squeal happily. The more she squeals, the more tired she is, and the sooner I ought to lay her down.

She didn't even spike a fever after her vaccines. Not one degree! I asked her doctor, "Are they even working?"

She was so smiley at her pediatrician's appointment. When he and the nurse, on two separate occasions, listened with the stethoscope to her heart as I cradled her in my arms, she stuck out her little tongue and licked their hand the whole time. It was funny and adorable.

She's just a peach pie.

2 comments:

  1. Neva is pretty and happy, like her mama!

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  2. That is crazy!! I love hearing about her, she's like a little personality that I cannot wait to meet again!

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