This morning, Jon David came down stairs and exclaimed, "Ah! There's my sip-ee". He beamed at me. That's right. Jon David properly pronounced sippy. He was very proud. Eleanor made a huge deal out of it and kept making him say it over and over again at breakfast. What a good big sister.
This is a good thing, right? Then why does it feel like my heart is breaking a teeny bit when I think about his "Ay-ee"? Being mommy is hard.
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