Preacher Niev

Niev loves to play "Church". She will often make Ian and me sit on the couch while she stands at the "pulpit" (the coffee table) reading from the "scriptures" (any of her books). She will sing uproariously and then once in a while decide that we are going to do a baptism. She needs a prop for this one though and often uses Rowan. Poor little sister!

A fan of Jesus

After lunch today, Ian was about to head back to work, leaving me to clean up Niev and dishes. He normally helps clean up Niev so this was something new (but I had stolen a bite of his ice cream so he said that I didn't deserve his help. He was going back to work). I then turned to Niev and said, "Who do you want to get you cleaned up? Mommy or Daddy?" Ian and I then took turns whispering the other person's name: "Mommy?" "No, Daddy." "No, Mommy", etc.

Niev got a very serious look in her eye, leaned across the table and whispered, "Jesus".

I guess she knows who her real friends are.

PS--Ian did end up cleaning her up; I have the best husband!

Her newest fascination--stickers stick to anything, even me!