Brooke became so good at saying thanks. Then one day it disappeared. What happened to those good old days when we had a grateful daughter? She is becoming a teenager too darn fast. In memory of the days of yore we have a video.
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Yesterday we attended Brooke’s first Easter egg hunt.
It’s a good thing that I gave Brooke some practice getting eggs while we were up at Grandma and Grandpa’s house last weekend because the eggs went fast. We were one of the few parents who actually allowed our child to pick up the eggs. The rest of the parents were flying around picking up all the eggs for their children and, as a result, Brooke didn’t get many eggs.
Brooke wasn’t very happy when Mom went to participate in the women’s egg hunt. She just wanted Mom! If you know how loud Brooke can be when she is crying, you can imagine how far and wide her voice carried!
Here’s Rebecca racing against all the other women. I was part of the men’s egg hunt but in the initial start I ran into a guy who was standing in front of me but didn’t take part in the race. As a result there was no chance for me to catch up with the sweeping mob.
Brooke actually enjoyed the Easter Bunny. I was thinking that she would be absolutely terrified by him.
Brooke has three favorite movies. They are WALL-E, Monsters Inc, and Toy Story 3. I can’t claim that I’m disappointed that Brooke only likes Pixar films. I must admit that they are my favorite, too. In fact, one of Brooke’s first words was Wall-e She can also say Sulley, Boo, Buzz, and Woody.
So here is Brooke watching Monsters Inc with her friends.
Brooke sure loves cookies! She asks for one every day after dinner.
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This week’s Picture of the Week is Brooke. She is the perfect study of cuteness. What can I say I love my family.
Like good parents we let her get her exercise and have fun by doing pull ups on the bar. Like bad parents we let her risk harm. If her hands were to ever slip, she would hurt herself pretty badly.
