The girls were busy at work loading things into their bags and shopping carts.
I asked, “Are you girls packing?”
Noa, “No, we’re going to Japan to buy a daddy.”
Me, “You’re gonna buy a daddy?”
Noa, “Yea, I’m gonna buy a daddy for my babies.”
Wow, I’m glad my baby daddy came free of charge and with lots of added bonuses! 
Original Overheard:
Noa has always been quite good with her words and rarely has words that she doesn’t say correctly. However, one thing that she consistently says wrong that I absolutely LOVE is when she is communicating excitement.
“Are you be-cited, Martha?” or “I’m be-cited!”
and when her emotion is in the extreme form:
“I’m be-SO-cited!”
I hope she never learns how to say it properly. Just kidding. Kinda.
Added Bonus:
A few moments ago, all three girls were laying on the playing mat and interacting so sweetly with each other – well, Martha and Noa were vying for Gloria’s smiles but it was a friendly competition. All of sudden I hear, in a singsong voice,
“Martha, you grab her feet and I’ll get her hands… c’mon Glo… here we go”
and I look up to see them poised to drag her across the room to her bouncy where they want her to sit.
And we had yet another talk about how Noa is not big enough to carry the baby quite yet.
And one more for good measure:
Noa: “Mommy, when Gloria learns how to crawl, will you get another baby in your belly?”
This kid doesn’t miss much and I guess has figured out the general pattern of things around here
My biggest girl, BE-SO-CITED!
As I was putting Noa down to her nap today I was snuggling her tight and just enjoying being able to hold her.
SB: Oh Noa. Can you please stop growing up. I want you to stay my little girl forever.
Noa: (looking very concerned and a little panicked… as if I could really keep her from growing up) But MOMMY! If I don’t grow up I can’t be a mama and have my kids and you need to be my kids’ Baba.
** In response to a few comments on my last “Overheard…”, Martha is definitely NOT potty trained (so I can’t tell you how “I did it” ). I think that because Noa does it, she wants to sit on the potty, and she usually thinks to do it while I’m changing her diaper. So I let her and sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn’t. After Noa took so long to train, I am not pushing anything at this point – I don’t have the time or patience or free hands at this stage of my life to potty train a 21-month old. Maybe next year…
After Martha went potty (which happens, sometimes, several times a day around here…)
Noa: Martha, tell me you went potty
Martha: Potty
Noa: (clapping her hands and in a voice of utter joy) OH! Good JOB, Martha! High five!!!
Martha to Gloria: “O-tay O-tay sh sh sh. O-tay O-tay sh sh” as she alternates from resting her cheek on Glo’s head to kissing Glo’s little cheek.
Melt my heart!
At family devotions one night:
Eric: Noa, would you like to hear a story about Jesus or Paul tonight?
Noa: (in her “I have a brilliant idea” voice) How about you tell me the story when you and Mommy got married?!
