The Scene: I am outside with Brooke. She’s drawing with a piece of chalk about the size of a marble.
Me:Â “Brooke, let’s go inside now.”
Brooke: “Wait, Mom. First I’m making this chalk disappear.”
I wait.
I wait some more.
Minutes pass. Brooke continues doodling.
Finally the chalk runs out.
Me: “Okay. Let’s go inside.”
Brooke stands up and dusts herself off. As she walks inside I hear her say to herself in a tone of wonder and amazement, “Wow. I’m a magician!”
Oh, I’ve been a bad blogger lately. I haven’t felt the creative juices flowing.
I’ll just leave you with a Brooke quote. This is for my Dad. Or maybe for my sister who needs something to read at about three in the morning when her baby wakes up to eat.
Brooke has been interested in the sounds that letters make. One day she was looking at alphabet letters. She said, “M! M says /m/, /m/ Mommy. C! C says /c/, /c/ Caroline. Y! Y says ‘Go Cougars!'”
While grocery shopping, Brooke snatched my list and started “reading” her version of the things we needed this week. It sounded like this:
“Peanut butter, suckers, and…marshmallows!”
Now you know what Brooke’s diet would look like if she were left to her own devices.
I was noticing I haven’t posted pictures in a while. Here are a few:
This was Brooke right before church. Dress courtesy of my sister-in-law. (Thanks!) 3D glasses courtesy of the movie Up.
We are at the stage where this happens when we ask Brooke to smile for a picture.
I hardly dare to say this, but I guess I will – I think everyone in our family is healthy. Of course, that is subject to change at the least provocation, so we’re taking advantage of our good health while we can.
Last night we decided to go to the library to get the girls out of the house. Anytime we take Brooke out in public, we prep her as to the behavior we expect. We must do this, because you see, Brooke is a hooligan.
As we were parking our car I said, “Brooke, when it’s time to go, what do you say?”
The correct answer to this is some version of, “Goodbye library. Goodbye books. See you another day!”
Brooke was sitting happily in her car seat when she gave us her animated answer: “MOM! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
When it’s time to go, that is what she usually says. I guess I need to rephrase my question to, “Brooke, when it’s time to go, what should you say?”
Lesson learned.
P.S. I’ll let you use your imagination as to the scene that unfolded when it really was time to go…
The other day we had to wake up Brooke to make it to some family party. As she sat in her bed rubbing her eyes and pulling herself out of dreamland, she said, “I got idea! Want TV in my room!”
I’ve always wondered what she dreams about. I guess now I know.
