Friday, March 30, 2012

Kids. Gotta love 'em.

Brooklyn is learning to do new things everyday. Funny, interesting things that make me go, "huh?"

Example: yesterday Brandon and I were excitedly discussing how awesome the Spurs are or when we're going to have time to watch "The African Queen" before it's taken off Netflix, and Brooklyn decided that we were talking much too loud. She, the big girl at the kitchen table, looked at me with her pointer finger over her mouth and said, "Sssssss". Excuse me, small child, I didn't realize I was breaking your concentration with my conversation. Once Brandon and I began talking quietly, she loudly proclaimed, "Bla nfyujknrfcsyasdbnfe myind7x\bng98". Way to go, hypocrite.

She also claimed me as her own for the first time the other day. In cradle roll (nursery Bible class), the teacher hands out small New Testament Bibles that the kids can hold and they sing "Pat the Bible". Brooklyn LOVES this song, so she grabs her own Bibles at home, pats them while saying "Bible". Then she pats the cat while saying "cat", daddy while saying "daddy", etc. Yesterday, very clearly, she put both her hands on me and said, "MY mommy!" As awful as this sounds, it felt good to be coveted.

Kids. Gotta love 'em.

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