in your tummy

"Mama, I wanna be in your tummy!"

 This after discussing who in our church family has a baby in her tummy - current count is two.  "Mama, was I ever in your tummy?"  What???????  This from my not quite 3 year old who doesn't usually explore quite such complex topics.  After my heart, head and tummy did a leap, I told her the truth.  "Sweetheart, of course, every baby is in a mama's tummy.  You were in your first mama's tummy in Ethiopia....." what do I say now.....  "And um.... she loved you very much and needed Daddy and I to help take care of you.  So we came to Ethiopia!"  Was it good enough?  Was it PC?  Did I say it right?  "Mama, I want to go back to E.P.O. (two-year-old-speak for Ethiopia) with you someday.  Okay?"  "Okay sweet girl.  I promise we will."

And with that, my freshly bathed beauty went off to dance to Daddy's new djembe drum along with Oliver, still wearing his towel (some of the time).  Her hair danced just like the traditional Ethiopian dancers' and his towel kept falling off in the middle of the jigging, so photos only of face and feet.

Then they adeptly moved into the weight-lifting competition with big brother Owen (remember, the Olympics are fresh on our minds).  And we called it a night.  With those sweet questions weighing on mama's heart.  How will I ever answer them all?  One day, one question at a time.

Good night.