With a plate full of food Brielle commented, "so much eats my tummy hurts!"
Aunt Mandy was changing her sister Ele's diaper and Ele was making it known (loudly) that it was not appreciated. Brielle was so concerned that she told me, "Mommy, go check on baby Ele!" It was pretty darn cute.
She told me, "I's tired." She points to her eyes, "Two tireds, see? 1, 2!"
After her bath these days she prefers to air dry and run around naked. On one particular day she throws her head side to side (that's how she "looks" for lost items) and asked, "Where my bathtub go?"
We created a playlist for Bean including her favorite princess songs, Wagon Wheel, and Barbara Ann. (Her Poppy sings that song to her with the words, "B-B-B-B-B-Brielle!") When the song came on I began singing it to her and she told me to stop because it was Poppy's song. Guess I'm not good enough.
As we were plunking around on her play piano she was asking what each of the keys were; so I began singing along with each as I called out the note (c, d, e, f, etc.). She interrupted me as she slammed her fingers down on a few keys and said, "How about W?" (I didn't have the heart to tell her that music doesn't include her favorite letter....)
Everything is Brielle's these days. Every time she mentions that such-and-such "is Brielle's" I try to plant some selfless, God-centered theology into that little brain with this statement that outlines the truth found in Chronicles 29:11-12: "There is not one item in this house or the house itself that belongs to us. It all belongs to God. Therefore we need to glorify God in the way we use it." (I use this in terms of how we treat things, how we share with others, &etc.) When we purchased a van she immediately labeled it as "Brielle's band" (band = van). So I repeated this phrase she hears 100 times a day. Her reply, "But I can ride it."
When she sings and dances to Frozen's song "Let It Go" she mimics queen Elsa when she throws her crown. However, instead of a crown she yanks tufts of hair and throws it. (Ouch?) I'm constantly having to explain to her not to yank her hair out, just pretend to throw the crown. Thanks to this stupid movie my daughter is going bald.
The last time Gurma (aka Grandma, my mom) was here she made Bean a blanket with bug print. She calls it her "bed bug bwankwet". The edges contain a variety of bric-a-brac and she insists on having her favorite sprinkle (aka sparkle) edge nearest her face. The irony is that she absolutely loves this blanket and is obsessed with anything bug... until one lands on her and then the sky is falling.
She believes the medieval knight armor is a robot. She found a book at the library with knights on the cover and kept asking for the "robot book" - oh my word - it took me forever to figure that one out.
She told me, "I's tired." She points to her eyes, "Two tireds, see? 1, 2!"
After her bath these days she prefers to air dry and run around naked. On one particular day she throws her head side to side (that's how she "looks" for lost items) and asked, "Where my bathtub go?"
We created a playlist for Bean including her favorite princess songs, Wagon Wheel, and Barbara Ann. (Her Poppy sings that song to her with the words, "B-B-B-B-B-Brielle!") When the song came on I began singing it to her and she told me to stop because it was Poppy's song. Guess I'm not good enough.
As we were plunking around on her play piano she was asking what each of the keys were; so I began singing along with each as I called out the note (c, d, e, f, etc.). She interrupted me as she slammed her fingers down on a few keys and said, "How about W?" (I didn't have the heart to tell her that music doesn't include her favorite letter....)
Everything is Brielle's these days. Every time she mentions that such-and-such "is Brielle's" I try to plant some selfless, God-centered theology into that little brain with this statement that outlines the truth found in Chronicles 29:11-12: "There is not one item in this house or the house itself that belongs to us. It all belongs to God. Therefore we need to glorify God in the way we use it." (I use this in terms of how we treat things, how we share with others, &etc.) When we purchased a van she immediately labeled it as "Brielle's band" (band = van). So I repeated this phrase she hears 100 times a day. Her reply, "But I can ride it."
When she sings and dances to Frozen's song "Let It Go" she mimics queen Elsa when she throws her crown. However, instead of a crown she yanks tufts of hair and throws it. (Ouch?) I'm constantly having to explain to her not to yank her hair out, just pretend to throw the crown. Thanks to this stupid movie my daughter is going bald.
The last time Gurma (aka Grandma, my mom) was here she made Bean a blanket with bug print. She calls it her "bed bug bwankwet". The edges contain a variety of bric-a-brac and she insists on having her favorite sprinkle (aka sparkle) edge nearest her face. The irony is that she absolutely loves this blanket and is obsessed with anything bug... until one lands on her and then the sky is falling.
She believes the medieval knight armor is a robot. She found a book at the library with knights on the cover and kept asking for the "robot book" - oh my word - it took me forever to figure that one out.
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| We got a swing set as a gift from Grandma and the weather has been so rainy and chilly that we haven't used it much. The times we can, however, are enjoyed. |
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| Aunt "Symie" (Sydnie) has her hands full entertaining Bean and holding Ele for the first time. |
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| Splashing in puddles. |
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| We had a "NO MORE PACIFIER!" party to celebrate the girls being all grown up as they threw their pacifier away. It went really well and I can't wait to share that experience with you. |
Her robot book reminds me of when Brynlee is wanting something and I HAVE NO IDEA!! But Jadyn figures it out for me. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky to have a translator. I especially need one when I can't understand her and instead of repeating, she instantly breaks down in hysterical tears. Which makes it ten times harder... sigh...
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