for those of you who don't know, zaiid is fascinated with eggs. we have no idea why, but he's beaming with joy everytime he sees an egg. he opens the refrigerator, looks for that dull white oblong shape on the tray, and approvingly say to us with pride, "eggssss...." (yes, it has always been plural to him.) so far he has broken 4 eggs - by squashing it in his hand, by dropping it accidentally, by making it go like a car in an uneven surface.
like we always do every night since we got the news that we're having a second baby, i asked my little boy to kiss babymanghud (my bulging tummy). what he normally does is embrace me frist and i say i love you's, then kiss my tummy or burry his face on it. but last night was out of the ordinary. he touched my belly and looked up to me and screamed "eggs! eggs!" then kisses it then storms off to his playpen. i burst out laughing and hugging him.
but i think zaiid is right. my tummy is not far from the real egg - it is nurturing and protecting the developing life inside it. we can't wait to see you babymanghud, hatching from mama's tummy soon! we lovelove love you...
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"...then we went to the henhouse to get some eggs. 'hello hens!'
'puck puck puck puck puck!' 'that's how hens say hello you know"
- from zaiid's favorite book, Grandma, Grandpa and Me by Mercer Mayer
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