Riddle Family

I’m always looking for new songs to sing to Reece at bedtime.  She seems to be getting bored with lullaby songs, so tonight I did some digging in my brain and pulled out “Oh How He Loves You and Me,” a hymn I remember from a long time ago.

So I sang:

Oh, how He loves you and me,
Oh, how He loves you and me.
He gave His life, what more could He give;
Oh, how He loves you, Oh, how He loves me,
Oh, how He loves you and me.

And Reece asked, “Is Howie a gull, Mommy?”

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A couple of days ago Reece hurt her bottom and told me she needed some diaper cream.  I told her that she doesn’t wear diapers and therefore doesn’t need diaper cream.  Then I think I made up some kind of other “cream” to rub on her bottom boo-boo.

Today she hurt her bottom again (possibly from jumping and intentionally landing on her bottom), and said in her best whiny voice, “Mommy, I need some dipe panty cream!”  So I pulled out a tube of hand cream she had never seen before and applied it to her bottom.

In Reece’s words, “Dat cacks me up.”