Jabs

This evening I was trying to describe this baby's movements to my husband. We can see my belly changing shape, but the smooth subterranean rolls look nothing like what I feel, which seems all jabbing elbows. Or jabbing elbows, knees, feet, and hands pummeling me from the inside.

Monkey1, listening and observing, summed up the baby's perspective this way: "Move over fat lady, I need room!"

My husband and I started laughing.

Monkey2, eager to be included, parroted her sister's comment, making me laugh again.

But also admonish her, "You can say that as much as you like at home, but NOT outside the house."

Three more months of this!