Eek!

We were getting ready for bed, Gabbie patted my chest and asked what was going on there.  I told her nothing.  She then informed me that there is a baby growing in there.  Ummm... No.  Just no.  

Trouble tots.

So we went for a family walk tonight at the golf course across the street from where we live. The part of the golf course that's nearest us is undeveloped, so it mostly just looks like a well-kept prairie.

I was getting Joel's phone to take a picture of the girls having fun, and I turn around and Delilah had landed in a puddle of mud.  Well, I guess that means the family walk was over.

We came home so they could ride bikes in the driveway.  I went inside to throw her stuffed animal and clothes in the washing machine while Joel was supervising the girls. I came back out and Gabbie was storming around, very upset about something.  As I got closer, she was muttering under her breath, "oh, shit.", over and over.  What?!  

It turns out that her sister plucked a few of Gabrielle's flowers and she was upset about it.  

Just another great summer evening, making family memories!  

Sacrifices.

We are working on getting Gabbie to sleep all night in her bed, and for the last several days she has been working on earning a special book.  She has one night down and has been working on getting the second night that she needs so that she can take this special book to daycare and share it with friends.  Every night before she goes to bed, we talk about how if she sleeps in her big girl bed the entire night, that she could have the book when she wakes up the next day.  Each morning when she has not fulfilled this task we have talked about how I'll try it again the next night.  

Last night as I was putting her to bed she said to me, "Momma, can I sleep in your bed tonight?"  I answered her "no", and reminded her that she still earning her book. She thought about it for minute, and told me I could just put the book in the garbage.

She would rather sacrifice the book and have the cuddle time.  

Aw, my peanut.  

Sourcing

Gabbie is obsessed with where everything came from.  Every single thing.  "Momma, who got me this shirt?" or "Momma, where did my elephant blankie come from?".  

I've never seen anything like this sourcing curiosity.  I'd like to think it's the beginnings of environmental stewardship or Eco-conscientiousness, but I'm pretty sure it's just tot curiosity, which is fine, too.  Instead of "why?", she asks "where?".  

Big girl.

My big girl saw her first sets of fireworks this week.  She loved the first ones, and fell asleep during the second (much louder) ones.  She played on swingsets, dug for buried treasure in the sand, rode bikes, and was the older voice of reason when playing with her little sister.  She negotiated a cookie for good behavior, remembered that her birthday is in January, and ate an entire meal without spilling/wearing any food.  

She told me last week that I am her best friend, and this evening she told me that my new pedicure looked "just perfect".  She asks for me to blow dry her hair after her baths, tries to "logic" her way out of trouble, and has started to flirt with cute boys.  She's growing too fast - this alternately makes my heart swell with pride, and puts a lump of emotion in my throat.  

This evening when I put her to bed, she asked me to sit on her bed and hold her hand until she fell asleep.  

Gladly, baby girl.  Gladly.