This past week I was able to stay at my husband's parents' home for oldest daughter's Spring Break. I snuck a baby monitor into the room the girls were sleeping in because sometimes I like to listen in on their bedtime conversations. Here were two of them:
#1
*Younger daughter: I know what the name of our baby brother should be?
Older daughter: What?
Younger daughter: Sha-conga.
Older daugher: Oh.
Younger daughter: Actually let's just name him " " (same name as current little brother).
Older daughter: But then they would get mixed up.
Younger daughter: No, because one would be a big " ", and the other would be a little " ".
Older daughter: Yea, and one would look different, and the other one would look...different too!
:) That makes perfect sense to me.
#2 (This was the second night we were there. This conversation stems from the fact that they thought they heard a strange noise in their room earlier, so they were feeling nervous going to bed.)
Older daughter: I feel homesick. That means I am sick of being somewhere that is not my home.
Younger daughter: Me too.
Older daughter: I like being at my own house, in my own bed, where there is peace and love. ;) But when I feel scared, the spirit can comfort me, and when I feel better, then I know it was the spirit making me feel that way. And my pet dog (the stuffed animal she had in bed) can comfort me too.
I am glad that she thinks our home is a nice place to be.
But as soon as we were driving away from Grandma's house, they were telling me they missed being there already.
