Over the past few weeks from Thanksgiving to Christmas, Brooklynn has visited 3 great-grandparents, 4 grandparents, three aunts, two uncles, four cousins, and a whole slew of additional extended family. And I think if it were up to her, she would do it all agin starting next week. That would be nice if it worked that way.
Of course, she’d also want us all to just play blocks and sleep in one big room, so we’re really not soliciting firm ideas from her at the moment.
This is what happens when we tell her that she can’t watch TV when she goes potty. She watches a movie on the 10 inch portable screen she can hold in her lap.
Man, I totally grew up in the wrong era.
On Sunday, we were driving in the car around 4:30pm and mentioned that pizza sounded good and quick for dinner. We asked the final decision maker in the back seat what her opinion was.
“Brooklynn, do you want pizza?”
“Pizza. I love it! I love pizza! I looove it.”
Ok, so she’s a fan of pizza. But we’ve never heard her actually use the phrase before.
“You love pizza?”
“Yes. Pizza. I love it.”
“Do you want to have it for supper?”
“No! I love it! Pizza!”
When we can’t understand exactly what Brooklynn is saying, we will often repeat her words back to her, just to confirm we understand. So when we continued to ask if she wanted it for supper or to eat it, she thought that we were misunderstanding what she was trying to say.
And she continued to be very adamant that she loves pizza. We did pick some up that evening. She ate every bite we gave her.
She loved it.
I sometimes complain about how hot it is and all the yard work that comes with summer, but spending time around our yard in the evening with a kid who loves to be outside might make summer my new favorite season.
We got Brooklynn a scooter as a late birthday present from us. It’s taken a little bit of learning, but she’s getting better at it. She’s almost to the point that she will glide a little in between pushes, which is an improvement from constantly dragging her foot on the ground when she first started.
She’s also learned that it’s much easier to go downhill and walk back up, especially when she gets someone else to push the scooter uphill for her.
And she always wears a helmet. And she usually wears shoes1.
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