A Look Back at 2014: Part 2

We’re taking on the second half of 2014 in this post. In case you missed it HERE is the link to my post from yesterday…

In effort to counteract such sadness and to welcome the hope and promise of the year ahead let’s look at some pictures. Cause pictures always make me feel better. And if you don’t already you really should follow me on Instagram @mrseyebrowz. Because I post there way more frequently than here. Also…pictures of Iz sleeping in all manner of weird spots and positions on a regular basis.

JULY – Tracey and me. First we saw The Wailers (yes, Bob Marley’s band) at this year’s Common Ground music festival and then we had the absolute pleasure of watching The Violent Femmes perform the entirety of their first album, first to back. This was an adolescent dream come true for us. We sang along with every single word of every single song. LOVE.
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When we go to Chicago for vacation, we know people. Like our buddies Kennedy and Chase who met us at the Shedd Aquarium for some fun times! Their faces in this picture. I die. IMG_6582
These four minis had an awesome time tearing up the Shedd. IMG_6599
Clearly, Isora was NOT impressed with the crying baby next to us OR the dolphin show. IMG_5433
The coolest thing EVER. We got to pet Stingrays. We loved this park of Shedd. IMG_5453
Such a fun day at the Lincoln Park Zoo with André and Merissa. They showed us a great time in Chicago. IMG_6632
AUGUST – Nothing like having a few friends over to remind us of how awesome our new backyard is. And by a few friends I mean a thousand mosquitoes. They made a meal out of poor Izzie’s face when she spent over two hours playing in the sand box. Clearly it didn’t even phase her. Look at that smile. IMG_6669
That one time when Isora passed out in the car and we brought her into Culver’s and she slept the whole time we ate.
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The Kitty Ear Krew. Merissa bought these Kitty ears for Cedella. And she has rarely taken them off since. Then it became a thing. We wear Kitty ears on Wednesdays. IMG_6841
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Me and my girls. Relaxing up north in Tawas having the best ice cream ever. IMG_6858
Up North. On Lake Huron. Fire circle. Grandma Linda’s natural habitat. Love this picture. IMG_5735
At Dinosaur Gardens. Where we always act like complete idiots. I cry with laughter every time I see this. IMG_5819
I’m obsessed with this picture. And this is why I love Lake Huron. It’s wide open beach. Very few people. A whole lotta sand.
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This summer’s trip to Oscoda was just us girls. Memories. Made. IMG_5864
SEPTEMBER – First day of Junior Kindergarten to be precise. The look of pride on her face is just everything.
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Cedella and her absolute BFF Anna. Don’t they suddenly look so old?IMG_6024
Hanging out at the Michigan State Homecoming parade. Go Green!! Go White!! IMG_6065
This is what Izzie does while Ella is at school. Sleeps in weird places. It’s a glamorous life. IMG_7003
This may be my favorite photo of the year. This one Tuesday in September it was super hot and me and my besties Leslie and Nicole and all of our 6 girls piled into the cars and drove out to the beach at Holland State Park for the day. It was SO good. And not long after this picture, like days, me and Nicole found out we were pregnant. And almost a month after this picture Leslie found out she was pregnant. A little bittersweet but still so perfect. I love all of these girls so very much. IMG_7042
OCTOBER – For a birthday gift for me, Tracey and our bro Robbie (all born within 2 weeks of each other in Sept/Oct) I got us tickets to see Neil DeGrasse Tyson speak. We love this man. You know who loves him too? Cedella. She is obsessed with Cosmos and knows his name and was thrilled to join us for this lecture. She even stayed awake for nearly the whole thing. IMG_7164
The Sims Kids (minus 1). We geeked out on this so hard. It was fantastic to be with these two for the night.
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The Coolest Astrophysicist in the Universe. IMG_6072
Mom’s ‘Retirement’ Party. I say ‘retirement’ because she is still working 40 hrs/week. But they threw a lovely party for her at the library and we all came together to celebrate her kind of ‘retiring’.IMG_6179
HALLOWEEN – Padawan Ashoka Tano and Jedi Master Yoda. To say I love their geekiness is an understatement.
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Trick or Treating with Superman and Star Lord on the absolute coldest day of the year. IMG_6309
And the Great Pumpkin Walk with their besties Owl (Mia) and Wolf (Anna). IMG_6285
NOVEMBER – Was. Hard. So very hard. Nicole and Leslie and me. And our bumps. Two days before I lost Miles. This picture is one of my favorites and also the hardest one to look at. 
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We lost Miles the week before Thanksgiving. All of our Canadian cousins drove in to spend a long weekend over Thanksgiving. And though I was absolutely distraught and physically exhausted, family was truly the best medicine for my broken heart. Just look at Ella feeding her sister. They love each other so much. I’m clearly doing something right in that regard. IMG_6356
I just love the relationship these two have. Cedella and her Jiddo John. Always goofing around and playing together. He’s her best buddy.
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Despite how heartbroken in made me to meet these two new little boys in our family, it also brought so much love to my soul to hold them. This is Adam. Cedella is obsessed with him. Look at what a great big cousin she is.
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And with Mila and her new little brother Leo. Cedella also loved Leo. She just loves babies in general. I love these children so much my heart could burst. IMG_6394
DECEMBER – Though I was feeling only slightly human, we had to make Christmas the best ever for our girls. So out to the Christmas tree farm we went. This was our first attempt. There wasn’t a good tree in sight, but Isora had a great nap on my back. Doesn’t she look cozy back there? She woke up and looked around and said “This is the most beautiful place ever. Look at all the Christmas trees!!” Love this kid.

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And the following weekend we made it out to the Peacock Rd Tree Farm. SCORE! Here’s my crazy family getting ready to cut down our beautiful tree. 
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And this one night, after we had the tree all decorated, I was just sitting by myself watching a Christmas favorite when all of a sudden the tree dropped. Like TIMBER in five seconds flat. I didn’t even have enough time to react. And couldn’t get it back up by myself. Enter the Two Drunk Mikes. The figured it out, eventually. It was pretty hilarious to watch. BONUS POINTS if you know what movie I was watching.
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Christmas Cookies with Grandma Becky!! The girls loved every minute. IMG_6578
And finally, Crafts with Santa time at Grandma Linda’s library. The girls have been every single year since they’ve been alive. Except for Cedella puking all over herself on the drive down to Detroit, ruining her fancy dress, and the following stomach bug that all of us (even Grandma and TeTe) suffered, it was SO much fun!
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So other than our 7 Christmas celebrations (that’s a post for another day), this was our year. Looking back on it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Sure we had a lot of heartbreak when we lost Miles but buying a house and another year of watching these amazing girls grow was incredible.

And while I’m not interested in making any actual resolutions for the year, I will say this: 2015…the year for counting my blessings each and every day.

That’s our year. How was your year? Any highlights? Thanks for spending a little time at Babies & Bacon today.

Happy 4th Birthday Cedella

It seems like only yesterday I was a new wife, a sprout taking root and growing deep inside of me. Then one cold, bleak day in January the time had come. My baby, my first child, was ready to come into the world.

And yesterday Cedella turned four. Four. Years. Old.

So in our tradition (which I think I forgot to do last year…oops) here is my letter to my dear daughter on her birthday.

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Dear Cedella,

Happy 4th Birthday!! I can’t believe you are 4 today. It feels like yesterday that you were born and made me a mommy. And now here you are. Four years old. So independent and full of opinions, ideas and words. So many words. This year has been a truly incredible year for watching you turn from a toddler to a big kid.

When you turned three suddenly things you liked to do as a baby were no longer any fun. You wanted more freedom to make your own choices. To do things on your own. To be away from us more. In some ways it was sad to me, you becoming your own individual, because it meant you needed me less and less, but in other ways it has been thrilling to watch your personality and individuality progress.

Last year you were still at home with me everyday. You and me were so busy teaching Izzie how to walk and talk. I remember how proud you were when she took her first steps. You are such a proud and fierce big sister, Isora’s biggest champion. You encourage her and help her learn things each and every day. You have turned into another Mommy, reminding her of the rules, hands on your hips, in a perfect imitation of me. Watching you two playing together was one of the highlights of this past year to me. And though you occasionally get in each other’s way or hurt one another, you always make it right, which I hope you two continue to do throughout your lives. Though you may not believe it at four years old, your sister is your best friend in the world, the one you share all of your thoughts and favorite things with. I am so proud at how much you two love one another.

And while your relationship with your sister grew, so did your relationship with many others. You have grown so close with your Jiddo and Teta this year. Your weekly sleepovers are something you all look forward too. Knowing that you are growing up with your Jiddo, and that you trust him so deeply, is so important. I don’t know all of what you will learn from him over the years, but it is incredible that you have the opportunity to spend so much time with him.

There have been so many parties and gatherings with our family this year that has brought you even closer to your Grandma Linda, Grandma Becky and your Great Grandparents. And there is your special bond with your TeTe, you two even have your own handshake. When you told me the other day that you really wanted to go have a sleepover at TeTe’s in your own room, it made my heart smile. I’m so glad you love TeTe as much as I do. You became very close with cousin Izzat when he came to visit this fall and I know how much you love playing and spending time with your cousin Mila.

We have been so lucky the past year to have so many wonderful family vacations. Trips that you won’t soon forget about. Remember going to visit Uncle Erik in Cape Cod? We got a chance to stay with him and his Moms and Aunt Sara and Uncle Leo and the twins. We had such a fun time, and I know you really enjoyed it. You saw the ocean for the first time in your life and wondered why it was so big. I don’t think you’ll ever forget helping Uncle Erik cook the lobsters, and cracking them open when it was time to eat. Surprisingly you weren’t disturbed or upset by it, you even tried some lobster meat (after it was dipped in butter). And though there were some struggles for Mom and Dad during the trip, we were so thankful for how cooperative and enthusiastic you were about all of the adventures we had.

This year was also the first time we all went up to the cottage as one big family. Usually it’s just Grandma and TeTe and Auntie Kylara that go to the cottage. But this year Jiddo, Teta and Uncle André came too. You and Jiddo drove in the car together singing the “Cottage” song over and over again. It goes something like “Cottage, cottage, we’re going to the cottage”. It was one of the best weekends we’ve ever had as a family. We spent all day by the beach, then all night eating food and sitting at the campfire. Spending all those days together, the Sims and the Mansours, reminded me of Mom & Dad’s wedding weekend, one of the happiest in our lives. Surrounded by family, relaxing, eating, laughing and making memories.

We even got to take a family trip to Chicago to stay with Uncle André for a few days. It was so much fun. We even got to see your friends Nia and Imani at the Children’s Museum on the day we arrived. You were amazed at riding in tax cabs and going on the L train. There were so many new adventures that weekend but my favorite memory of you was on the day we were going home, we buzzed over to State Street so I could do some shopping. We were walking along a crowded street and there was a drummer on the corner. We stopped for a moment to listen to him play and you started dancing. You were twisting and turning and throwing your hands into the air and back to your hips. It was wild and free and perfectly spontaneous. So delightfully in the moment. Those seconds are etched in my memory as a reminder to be mindful. To let the music take over once in a while. To always, no matter where you are, or who’s watching, to dance. Life is short Monk, always dance.

It must be your inherently free spirit that has brought on your expressive personal style but I have never known a child to be so attuned to fashion and clothing. Except for myself of course 😉 Grandma Linda always said what I pain I was to get dressed in the morning, because I always wanted to wear something specific that I couldn’t find in my dirty room. Grandma never had patience for shopping or clothes and never really cared much about them. But I did. And now you do. Is fashion sense a genetic trait? Either way you’ve got the Clothing Bug. And this year’s obsessions and trends have been hard to keep up with to say the least.

First you stopped wearing jeans. They were too uncomfortable and not cool and you wanted nothing to do with them. Then you refused to wear shorts and could only wear dresses or skirts. The next phase moved to dresses with leggings or tights only. Then you wore your BFF Anna’s Belle costume day in and day out for two weeks straight. Finally you decided that every single outfit needed a tutu and that dresses wear only acceptable with a tutu bottom OR if they were twirly skirts on the bottom. It has been exasperating but entertaining. It’s hard to know what you are going to want to wear next, but you are so independent in picking out your own outfits and accessories. And now it’s all about Princess dresses and ‘high tips’ (your word for high heels). I couldn’t have kept you away from turning into a Princess if I tried.

One of your favorite things to say when I tell you something doesn’t match or look right together is that “You’re silly Mom. I don’t care if I match. I want to be colorful”. It took me a while to accept this. I have this issue with needing you girls to be presentable and put together particularly when we go out in public. And yet I try to encourage you to be yourself and express yourself and celebrate being weird and different. I was attempting to squash that creativity and expression. But I don’t anymore. What you pick is what you pick. Your clothes are your expression in so many ways, what makes you stand out, and I want you to always know that however you choose to express yourself is cool with me.

Except when it comes to expressing yourself with bad words. Of which we have both had a lot of this year! I know I have a terrible habit of saying cuss words and bad things. One of my involuntarily favorite phrases of disbelief is “Shut up!” which I have taught you we don’t say in our house. You have been very good in reminding me that it isn’t a nice thing to say. And when you and your sister played a spirited game of “When I Say Shit, You Say Fuck” we all cracked up, and you knew you weren’t supposed to do it, but we all had a good laugh. Thankfully you two haven’t played that game again and you often remind Iz that she shouldn’t say certain words that are for adults only.

What’s interesting about you is what a great listener you are, when you feel like listening. You have an ear for phrases and memorize dialogue from movies with ease. I think you watched the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and Christmas episodes enough times to have memorized them. From Charlie Brown you started saying so many mature phrases, that you may not have fully understood but we’ve had some interesting conversations about what they all mean. Some of your favorites? “Never fall in love with a musician”. “I made a total fool of myself” “You can talk to the moon but the sun won’t listen”. “I was not made for winter” All so mature. All so crazy to hear coming out of your mouth.

It never ceases to amaze me how many conversations I have with you about tough subjects like death and love and hate and respect. Such deep topics. And you are truly thoughtful and interested in talking about these things. I have always felt that you were wise beyond your years. Something about the intensity of your eyes and the furrow of your brow when you concentrate is truly the hallmark of being an Old Soul. I remember talking to you about Grandpa Robert, and getting sad and crying a bit, because you really seemed to understand that my Dad was gone but that part of him was still with me . And months later, you found a book at the library about building and engineering and you said “This is like what Grandpa Robert did. I want to read this book” and then you touched my hand softly cause you knew it would make me feel something. I was floored that you had paid attention and remembered all those things I told you about my Dad. And that you, at 3 1/2 years old, could be so incredibly empathetic and compassionate.

This year we started something new at Christmas time that I really hope will last all of your life. TeTe started working full-time at the MATTS homeless shelter. One time we went there to visit her and drop off some baby items they needed. And you went right in the day room and started playing with the toys and the other kids there. And when it was time to go you talked to people and said hello and goodbyes and were genuinely sweet. When we were back in the car we had a talk about how some people don’t have homes or toys or even clothes of their own. And you got it. When we got home you wanted to take so many of your toys and give them to the “shelter kids”. And then we went shopping for all the kids to buy one brand new thing for each child. You were amazing picking out what you thought each kid would enjoy. Kids you had never met but still wanted to help. Kids that you never stop reminding me, are just like you. “They’re just kids like me Mom” you tell me. And though at 4 years old you may not realize the differences in class and opportunity that society places upon us, you do understand that they are indeed just kids like you. Somehow, particularly when I’m least expecting it, you are always teaching me something.

Like teaching me just how resilient you are, and how hungry you are for new and interesting adventures. Last January you started gymnastics class and swimming class. Every gymnastics class you tried something new and became a better listener and stronger leader. And swimming? Well always knew you were a little fish by how much you swam around inside of me. You were so brave jumping into the water for the first time and going straight under. You were nervous sometimes but you always tried again. These days you’ve progressed at a Junior 2 and you can swim half the length of the pool by yourself and you’re learning the back stroke. You seriously never cease to amaze me.

Last September you started a new journey when you went to preschool for the first time. And though it affected me in such a painful way, I felt like you were taking one giant leap away from me, you were affected in such a positive way. You started to learn so many new things, and become such a silly and outgoing person. You developed quick and lasting friendships with Kennedy, Chase and Lexie and Miss Jessica and her daughter Penelope. It was such a wonderful experience for you, and you started to blossom. And though that preschool is over and you don’t get to see those friends as much, I am so glad that was your first chance to see what school is like in a comfortable and safe space.

You just started People’s Church preschool with Anna and Olivia and so many new friends. You are learning and progressing so much every single school day, from letters and numbers to art and nature. I can hardly stop you long enough to get a kiss before you run off to play. And though I know in my heart we will always be connected, each time you run away from me to join your friends I know that you grow up just a little more and it breaks off a little piece of the heart I wear on my sleeve with your name on it.

Nothing breaks my heart more than when we argue. Your Dad and me can become so frustrated when we feel you aren’t listening or aren’t cooperating with what we’ve asked of you. To me that has been the hardest behavior problem we have had with you. Sometimes it’s because you’re distracted and busy doing something else, sometimes it’s as simple as you not wanting to do whatever it is we ask you to do, and other times, well, I just don’t understand. Hopefully the poor listening is only a phase, a developmental speed bump, because I know one thing…I know you hear me. I know you listen to me. I know you know our rules. I know you trust me to protect you and guide you and teach you. Please always remember that we work better together as a family, as a team, then we do alone. Me, Dad and Isora, we will always be your team, we will always have your back, we will always protect you. Sure we all have our own opinions and ways of doing things, but when we pit ourselves against each other? That’s when we all lose. And I’m not going to lose you. No way. No how.

When I said to you the other day that you’ll never know how much I love you until you have kids of your own you said “I don’t think I’m gonna have kids Mom”. And I told you that was your choice and you could make that choice when you’re an adult. You said “It sounds really sad to be a Mom”. Sure I talk about my heart breaking a little, or crying as I watch you try new things and grow up. But for every second of heart ache there are five million seconds of complete and utter bliss and love. For every tear I’ve cried out of frustration or sadness I have smiled a thousand smiles of pride and acceptance. So yes, being a Mom can sometimes be sad. But being your Mom is so completely and totally worth it.

Your special words cannot even begin to fully encompass your personality and strengths, but they’re beautiful. And perfect.

“You are kind. You are smart. You are important. And one day you’re going to change the world” Never have truer words been ascribed to a person.

We love you to the moon and back my dear, sweet, Cedella Michelle,

Mom (& Daddy too)

 

 

Wordful Wednesday: The Biz at 18 Months

My blog has suffered under Extreme Busyness Syndrome. So much so that monthly updates for my sweet Isora Rose have been all but non existent. (*To Isora – Sorry sweet girl. I really would have liked to write more about you over the past 18 months but keeping up with you and how quickly you learn everything is pretty time consuming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I love you and your Wiggle Worm ways so no complaints that I loved your sister more, m’kay?)

So I figured I’d take this Wednesday to gush show off brag discuss my sweet baby girl.

This is Isora Rose. 18 months old but just told me the other day that “I 3 year old Mama”.  Ummmm, no, you’re not. But cute that she repeats every. single. thing. her sister says, right? And yes, she talks. A lot. All day. All night. She says words that sound funny coming out of a 18 month old mouth. Like ‘remember’ and ‘medicine’. She nearly always says ‘thank you’ often says ‘please’ and her newest fav is “No. I do it.” SMH. WAY too early for that statement if you ask me. She says all her ABC’s and “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,14,Zoomi” (cause she knows it makes us laugh). She sings along to all our songs in the car. She loves when I sing Alouette and My Favorite Things and 1 2 3. And she loves Bob Marley. Of course 😉

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This little lady has always been sweet and chill but as she’s grown she has blossomed into the most good-natured, smiling and happy child I’ve ever known. She rarely cries (though the closer we come to 2 the more she fake-cries) and if she does get a boo-boo it’s easy to make her smile again. The song ‘Alouette’ used to be her stop-crying song. Now you just say “Boo Teta”. I know. It’s silly. Cedella said it to her once when she was crying and it stuck. They both crack up. Every. Time.

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There’s something else you must know about Iz. She is completely obsessed with her sister. Whatever Ella is doing or saying, Izzie is copying. It’s adorable and funny, as short-lived as it may be. Because one day they will fight over toys or clothes or boys or life but for now they’re pretty inseparable. And that’s cool with me.

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Despite their closeness they are very different children. And that’s the coolest thing to see. All the things that Iz loves that El gets easily bored by. All the subtle little differences.

For example…this kid loves to brush her teeth. It makes her whole day. She’ll say “brush teeth” until I go into the bathroom with her and put toothpaste on her Dora brush.

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She is a Weirdo. With a capital W. In our home Weirdos are just silly people who are different and unique. Weird is a positive. She has Weird in spades. She wore this one snow boot around for hours. Hours. And would freak if I tried to put the other shoe on her. Weirdo.

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And man is she funny. She is constantly thinking of new ways to make us laugh. She’s a natural Goof Ball. I kinda wish I could roam around the house mostly nude with a basket on my head too. Sadly she’s the only one that can get away with it, she’s a trailblazer of physical comedy.

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Like the Corn-Holio. She does this one a lot. Actually she takes off her shirt a lot. When her tummy is free she’ll rub on it like she’s rubbing a Good Luck Buddha and say “Tummy”. Makes us laugh every. single. time.

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And this…her fake pouty face. She’s got you fooled, huh? Keep in mind this face was directly followed by

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a big old grin.

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Did I mention Izzie can and will sleep just about anywhere at any time? No really. Anywhere. Remember this? A booth in a busy restaurant in Chicago.

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And at the Zoo. Even at her favorite place she sleeps.

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Another thing to know about this little lady: she loves to eat. Loves. Anything and everything. The only thing she seems to have an aversion towards is fish (which is weird cause we eat a lot of fish) but she loves everything else. Current obsession? Hummus, PB&J, Turkey and Yogurt. And cupcakes. Anything with frosting is cool with her.

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Always fruit. Off the tree, don’t care. She was digging on that pear. The cuteness of her eating this pear fresh off her Jiddo’s tree just kills me. I love it so.

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She is a book lover just like her Mama and her sis. Current favs include ‘Pajama Time’ ‘Duck on a Bike’ and the Little Critter book ‘I Was So Mad’. And anything that has baby faces for her to kiss. She’s really into kissing right now.

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Though she loves to hang out at Play. she really comes alive at the zoo. On this visit she woke up just in time to chase the peacocks . It never gets old.

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She is a very intense and avid colorer. Have you ever seen a more serious coloring face? She’s doing business here.

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And she has entered the Momma and Baby phase. The second we get to Play. she goes right for the babies. At home she carries around three at a time.

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She even wears her babies while she’s watching her favorite shows (Currently: Daniel Tiger, Super Why, Team Umizoomi and Dora).

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Though she loves taking care of her babies she is still very much Mama’s Girl. I can’t get enough kisses and hugs from this kid. She’s positively delicious. She makes every single cell in my body vibrate with happiness even on the rainiest and grayest days.

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I catch myself sometimes just staring at her. Just in awe of some new thing she’s taught herself or something funny that she’s done. Watching that sweet grin spread over her face is like medicine for a stressed out soul. I love to watch her play and explore and try and persevere.

But seriously, where did I get this blonde haired green eyed child from? Another unique and beautiful thing about this sweet girl.

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But whatever you do. Don’t take this girl’s babies or food….cause she’s a tough girl. She’ll get ya.

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See? Told you she was funny.

Do you have a hilarious child of your own? I’d love to here about what makes your kid an awesome Weirdo!! Please share stories!!

Linking up with Amanda at Dude Mom and Angie at Seven Clown Circus. Go check out their gorgeous families now. Just do it.

Happy Wednesday!!