"It kicked me!!!"

Tate woke up nice and early this morning, but late enough that Anthony had already left for work (he left EARLY today!!!), so she got to come and cuddle in bed with me until Mommy was ready to start the day. Well, the little baby also decided it was time to wake up and started to kick away inside... doing some major kicks and punches, I must say! Whenever Tate is near my belly or touching it or laying on me, the baby always decides it is time to start kicking and moving, but whenever poor Anthony decides to try and feel a kick, the baby stops moving! Anyway, we're laying there and the baby is just kicking away, so I told Tate to put her hand on my belly to feel her baby kick. And sure enough... the baby gave her a bunch of good whacks right in the middle of her palm! Her face was priceless... she was shocked, but never moved her hand, and told me... "Mommy, it kicked me!!! Can I kick it back???" Now this could have been interpreted as mean, but she really just wanted to play with the baby and thought it was playing with her. After some more kicks to her palm, we both were wide awake, and never failing, Tate jumped out of bed, ran to the drapes and opened them big and wide and said, as she does EVERY day, "Mommy, it's a beautiful day!" And yes, it sure is!