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March 29, 2006 Nn-No! 
Yao lasted for all of what, five seconds? I can't be sure it's gone for good; but it's supplanted all right. Supplanted by something so cute I still can't hear it without giggling. The scene: This morning, getting Frances up. Frances: Mummy! Mummy! Erik: You want to see Mummy? Frances: Yeah! (reaches out the little arms for a Mummy hug) Andrea: Hi baby girl. Good morning. Frances: I go on a big bed! Andrea: Uh ... well... ok, but just for a few minutes. We lie down on the big bed and she cleans and pets and kisses the mole. I haven't mentioned that yet, have I? Cleaning the mole is the new big thing. She kisses it, then wipes it down with my shirt and asks, "Are you clean?" Where does she get this stuff from? Andrea: I gotta get up now, kiddo. I have to get dressed. Frances: (the eyes mist up, the lip trembles, she shakes her head quickly) Nn-no! Andrea: I wish I didn't have to baby, but I do. I have to go to work. Frances: Nn-no! (same misting, trembling, shaking) Andrea: Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. Frances: You lie down on a big bed! I hold Mummy! Andrea: I wish I could. I have to get dressed. I have to go to work so I can buy us food to eat. Frances: Nn-no! It is simultaneously heartrending and adorable. She is so sad, but the eyes are so big and so blue and, you know, it's flattering, especially after the interminable Daddy Phase. (It felt like it was interminable, all right?) It's three little nos, said so quickly and so close together, with such a forceful little shake of the head, that the first two nos disappear into an extra long "nn." For the past few days it's been popping out all the time. Well, I shouldn't say all the time. If I ask her if she's adorable, or would like macaronim and cheese, or if she wants to give the squirrels some food, the answer is an unequivocal "yeah!" But whenever the question provokes passion in her little breast: Is it time for bed? Is it time to get dressed? Is it time to go in the blue car and go to daycare? Should we put your toys away now? Do you want to go inside? Tears welling, lip trembling, head shaking: "Nn-no!" Posted by Andrea at March 29, 2006 8:09 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments We are still getting a lot of "I'm just busy" and "I need twenty more minutes". A little big eyes and trembling lips would go a long way around here these days. Posted by: Marla Good at March 29, 2006 9:20 AM
Oh the joys of motherhood - mommy guilt! they can make you feel so guilty with those little quivers and eyes welling up not wanting you to leave! I can just imagine how it does tug at your heartstrings when you have to leave; but on the other hand I bet she just sounds oh so adorable saying it too :) Posted by: Michelle at March 29, 2006 10:38 AM
awwwwwww... poor frances. how heartwrenchingly adorable. Posted by: suze at March 29, 2006 10:38 AM
Oh, I'm probably going to win the Bad Mother award, but when Isobel does that little lip-quiver, oh-my-world-is-ending, pathetic crying thing, I can't help but grin at her. I try really hard not to laugh, but sometimes it just slips out. She just looks like such a drama queen when she does it.... I'm gonna have DSS on my doorstep now, aren't I? Posted by: julia at March 29, 2006 11:32 AM
Aw, break my heart. The little angel. Posted by: yankee transplant at March 29, 2006 2:04 PM
Oh, this is so hard to resist. When Baby H does this with both of us in the room it is almost certain that one of us will cave. It's the moist blue eyes, they kill me. Posted by: ccw at March 29, 2006 2:09 PM
Misty eyes? Trembling lips? The adorable little "Nn no"? Simply put, this girl has you. Heck, when my little one does anything in this vein, she has me, too :-) Posted by: Sandra Miller at March 29, 2006 6:19 PM
Oh yeah, Sandra. Twisted around her little finger. I'm warm butter in her hands. And she knows it, too. ccw, I think it's the trembling lip that gets me. It's so genuine! And, like Julia, I do grin. Posted by: Andrea at March 29, 2006 9:58 PM
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