I am a mother of three beautiful children. And as such, I love them all equally. However, I must say that out of all my children, only one is becoming a Mama's girl. She will cuddle with me, let me kiss her nose, give me hugs when she notices that I'm home, tells me she missed me that day, and makes sure to ask her Heavenly Father to "keep Mommy safe" in every...single...prayer she says. Miss Nikh Lynn, or as I often call her, my Muffet.
Nikh is such a funny little girl. She doesn't like the same things more than a couple times in a row. She wants to play with her brother and sister, but then cries and whines when they take over a little bit. But mostly, she says the funniest things.
The latest thing actually happened when Branden and the kids arrived home from church today. Apparently there was a piece of our Christmas tree that had escaped the confines of our fire pit-thingy and was sitting in the driveway. Nikh, when she got out of the car, started to kick it out of the way. (Now with those little legs it took a little bit). Branden called out to her to get moving and get in the house. To which she yelled back, "I'm getting it out of the way for Mommy, so, ya know, she doesn't pop a tire. Do you want her to pop a tire?" Yes, this sassy little five year old chewed out her daddy to make sure that I am kept safe when I arrive home later tonight after work.
