While I was pregnant with Ryan, Elizabeth spent a lot of time and effort trying to get us to change our minds and have a baby sister instead of a baby brother. So honestly, I was pretty surprised that she liked him as much as she did when he was born. (Because her utter adoration of this baby is quite impressive. Not for one moment has she had anything but love for him. Although she does sometimes tell him that he is hurting her ears.)
So today, as I was making dinner, holding Ryan on my hip, and Elizabeth was helping me, I casually asked her “Elizabeth, do you think we should take brother back to the hospital and exchange him for a baby sister instead?” She looked up at me with both intrigue and horror and man, you guys, Sophie’s choice. She finally came to a good conclusion and announced that we would have Two! Babies! We could keep Ryan and also get a baby sister! It would be a great idea!
(Then I obviously explained to her that I was joking and you can’t really switch babies. Her response to that was kind of “yeah, Mama, whatever, can I work the can opener again?”)