I told myself I would not be one of those parents who ooohhhs and aahhhs and details every little thing my kid does and says, but alas…
God gave me Hope.
She turned 3 years old a couple weeks ago, and I had not known merriment until she blessed my life.
Some of my favorite Hope-isms of late (- her words in pink, of course):
“Good dinner, Orange Blossom. You get a token.”
“Hope, what are you doing?”
“I’m blowing little bubbles in my bum. That’s what I like to do.”
“Mommy, let me pray for you. You. need. it.”
“Hope, do you want broccoli or green beans with your dinner?”
“Broccoli and green beans.”
“No babe, broccoli OR green beans. One or the other. Which do you want?”
“Mommy! I pooped out all my chocolate frosting!!!”
(singing…) “The farmer in the hell. The farmer in the hell.”
“This whistle needs batteries.”
“Um. I don’t like your sweater… but I love you.”
“I’d like a happy meal, please.” (said to the CVS employee at the drive-thru pharmacy)
After bath time and before I put her pajamas on, Princess Hope likes to stand on a chair and look at her royal self in the mirror. She grins and waves and giggles and turns every which way.
The other night she placed her hands on her chest appreciatively and said,
“Oh, Mommy. Just look at my two acorns!”