These two make me so happy.

I wrote here that I had already had the best moment of my day this morning. But I was wrong. There was actually a moment that topped that one, by a long shot. It was about 3pm and I was on the computer editing some pictures to send to Walmart to get developed. Want to see the pictures? Okay, here they are.

There were a couple more, but those ones go really well with this post, and I haven't put them on here yet, so I'm killing two birds with one stone. (Side note: That saying is so weird. Who wants to kill a bird, anyway? And if someone does want to kill one, wouldn't they just use a gun or something? I don't get it.) Anyway, that's what I was working on when I heard Leighton start to cry from the other room. I had been feeding him a bottle a few minutes earlier but put him down in the living room in his bouncer chair so I could quickly order the prints. I clicked away, trying to get done so I could get in and finish feeding him.

Then I heard him stop crying and start swallowing. What?? I couldn't understand. Had he found his thumb or something? I walked in the living room, and what I saw instantly brought tears to my eyes and make my heart so happy I thought I would burst. Eva knelt by Leighton's side, holding the bottle in his mouth. She had found the bottle and put it in there all by herself, with no direction from me. I could not believe the sweet, tender gesture from this new big sister. I would have taken a picture, but alas, my camera battery is dead and I can't find the charger. I did grab the video camera and film the happy scene. That is something I never want to forget. I am so proud of Eva for adapting so well to her big sisterness and figuring out what to do to help her baby brother stop crying. What a sweet little girl.

On another note, Eva has an obsession with her bellybutton. Last week, she wanted to see mine, and I made the mistake of showing it to her. Now, every time she lifts up her shirt, she wants me to do the same. She looks down at her fat little belly, looks at me, and says, "Mama?" Like, "Aren't you going to show me yours now?" It's pretty funny. This evening Andrew and I were cleaning up from dinner, and I left Eva sitting in her highchair at the table, eating SSSSSSS (ak.a. sunflower seeds). I came in to get her out and found her intently digging in her bellybutton. She saw me come up and said, "Whasat?" I said, for the millionth time today, "It's your bellybutton." She instantly replied, "Mama?" Nope, sorry Moo: no Mama's bellybutton today. See, aside from the fact that it's inconvenient to show her my bellybutton, it's also embarassing. I don't want to look at it. She could get her whole hand lost in there before she actually found my bellybutton 6 inches back from the surface of my postpartum stomach. Attractive, I know. I truly don't want to teach her that looking like that is acceptable. :)

Well, I'd better go get the kids in the bathtub. My treat to end the day is that I rented "Made of Honor" and I'm going to watch it. I have been wanting to see it FOREVER. I hope it doesn't disappoint. Andrew is disappointed I'm making him watch it. Oh well.