Lizzie
Singing I am a child of god for the first time. 12.22.12
Always stripping down to nothing in bed. Lots of washing. 12.2012
ABC's like a pro.
" ...and SNAP that monkey outta the tree."
Made mommy and sheshe spoon on the couch after she told us to "wie down" and "seep!" on New Year's Eve.
Says "artichokie" all the time.
Favorite books are "the little mouse, the red ripe strawberry and the big, hungry bear" and the 100 pictures word book.
Song repertoire:
The Wheels on the Bus, I Love to See the Temple, Popcorn Popping ("copcorn copping"), Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, Happy Birthday, Teach Me About the Temple, The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock,
"No way!"
"Ok!"
Dramatically said, "Oh MAN!" when Winston unwrapped her baby doll.
Nightgames
"Sweet dreams"
"I talk to her!!!"
Cried at the tree falling down.
Still talking about the penguin that splashed her at the zoo (three weeks later!)
Best friend is Emmie Lake
Insists on putting her shoes on herself and buckling her carseat.
7.2013
Has learned how to unbuckle her buckles.
"My Winston"
When confronted, she always asks for the person who isn't present. For example, if mom reprimands her, her response is, "where's my daddy?"
"I'm 2 and a half." (7.31.13)
"Hi baby. What's happening?" 9.25.13
"Mom! Where you are?!" 9.25.13
Always feeding her baby like mommy.
Finally likes to snuggle.
Shrugs shoulders.
L: Mom, I want to drive a car.
Me: ok. You can when you're 16.
L: ok. Then you get to sit in the back.
2.3.2014
At bedtime I asked her what her favorite part of the day was. She giggled, then said, "snuggling with you."
Took Lizzie on a walk. Out of the blue she says, "Mom, when we get home, can we snuggle?" 2.22.14
"You da best mommy I eva seen." 3.5.14
"Thank you for my birthday. " (right after she woke up...4.1.14)
Always taking care of her brothers, even Winston.
To Steve and sherry one night when the tv wasn't working: "my mom is the mommy of the house and she can have the tv off when she wants it."
Refers to jelly beans as "jingle bells". 4.2014
"Poilet taper"
Always talking in her different languages
On Friday, during her stocks week of school, I was dropping Lizzie off in the carpool line. One of the teachers who had subbed in her class the day before stopped me as I was pulling away. I rolled down my window and she said, "Lizzie is just the sweetest girl. I subbed in her class yesterday and for lunch bunch and she is just so sweet." Made my day. That spicy girl is certainly sweet, too.
9.12.14
"In the name of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, amen."
11.3.14
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Germs and a lesson learned
Tonight we met Steve, Sherry and Jennifer for dinner at Chipotle. During dinner, Winston pulled out Dave's old keychain, which included a Swiss Army knife. We told Winston that was not a toy, he needed to put it in his pocket, and we'd talk about it when we got home.
Well, on the way home, Winston opened the knife. We couldn't see in the dark back seat, but about half way home he told us that he'd cut his finger. Then he started crying because he could feel the blood, and I'm sure it hurt, too.
When we got home, we got him and his very minor cut all cleaned up. It was bloody enough to cause him enough alarm so that he hopefully won't repeat the same mistake, but thankfully it was relatively small.
As I put him to bed tonight, he said he didn't want to tell anyone what had happened. I suggested that if anyone asks, he could just say that he cut his finger. Again, he said he didn't want to tell anyone. Then his eyes welled up with tears and said he really didn't want to tell Sadie (Lake). I asked and asked and asked why, just trying to understand why he didn't want to tell her and why this made him so sad. Finally, he said he didn't want to tell her because then she might think he has germs and wouldn't want to be by him anymore.
Oh my sweet, dear boy!!!
Well, on the way home, Winston opened the knife. We couldn't see in the dark back seat, but about half way home he told us that he'd cut his finger. Then he started crying because he could feel the blood, and I'm sure it hurt, too.
When we got home, we got him and his very minor cut all cleaned up. It was bloody enough to cause him enough alarm so that he hopefully won't repeat the same mistake, but thankfully it was relatively small.
As I put him to bed tonight, he said he didn't want to tell anyone what had happened. I suggested that if anyone asks, he could just say that he cut his finger. Again, he said he didn't want to tell anyone. Then his eyes welled up with tears and said he really didn't want to tell Sadie (Lake). I asked and asked and asked why, just trying to understand why he didn't want to tell her and why this made him so sad. Finally, he said he didn't want to tell her because then she might think he has germs and wouldn't want to be by him anymore.
Oh my sweet, dear boy!!!
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