Shall we talk about Felicity?
She has slightly altered the names she calls her brothers.
There is “Talvin”, the artist formerly known as “Volvo”.
Then “Yes”, formerly of the moniker, “Ya”.
And “Manet” is still just “Manet”.
The new kid in town has two names according to Felicity.
He goes by “Baby boy” and “Ennis”.
She refers to herself as “Iddy”.
When she wants someone to tuck her into bed she says, “Come night-night me.”
And once when we were out walking, she got left behind a little bit and she came running up, “Mom! You bye-bye me!”
When she’s finished with her food she proclaims, “I wished.”
And have I told you that she has basically regressed in her potty-training? It started before Ethan arrived but no amount of shaming (“only babies go potty in their pants”) or bribing (Stickers, candy, new necklace) have helped for more than a day. But I refuse to use diapers so she changes her clothes multiple times a day.
Which, now that I think about it, might very well be the whole point.