i think that went well.

I have been thinking about the words I don't say to Claire. How many times throughout the day does she have to hear me gush about the fabulousness of Mister Baby? How often does she hear me compare her brother to a robot (because he never cries, he goes to sleep without a problem, he eats everything, he always smiles). Robot. I decided to practice affirming the girlie. Here's how that went:

Mama: You know what I love? I loved having a baby girl and watching her grow into a big kid. You're so funny and smart and sweet. And you're a great big sister. I love being your mommy.

Claire: I love trucks.