We've been talking more and more with Relia about her new baby brother to be. Trying to prep her for a small one around the house. Trying to establish that not every new thing in the house is 'her's'. Mostly it's going well but there is at least one strange side effect. She is insisting that she is the baby. Or at least a baby.
That means that she wants to be held like a baby. And carried like a baby. And held like a baby. All very normal (I'm told). The weird thing for me is that every time she asks to be held like a baby it brings forth this gem from Suzanne Vega called 'Gypsy'.
A very sweet song and the baby reference is in a completely different context. But . . . what the heck. It's a great tune and it doesn't require a great reason to post it here.