Monday, February 27, 2012

Sacre Bleu


When I asked Claire what she was doing with the blanket on her head, she enthusiastically responded "I'm Jesus!"  Out of the mouths of babes...

At Least She's Resourceful


If Mom won't get you a cookie, then get one yourself, dangit!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Proof

...that at one time in her life, Claire did actually want to help me clean the kitchen sink.






Monday, February 13, 2012

"I can do it all by myself"

We hear that statement multiple times a day, as I'm sure most households with a three year old do.  This is an interesting time, where Claire sometimes wants us to do EVERYTHING for her (helping with the bathroom, carrying her around, assisting with her food), and other times, she is miss independent.  I guess that is not unique to Claire (sometimes I wish I could have my parents do things for me too...).  That's the funny thing about growing up; we want to do things by ourselves, but sometimes it's hard to let go of the safety net of being a baby.  There's no fear of failure if someone else can do the hard, yucky, cumbersome things for you, right?

And yet, Claire is most definitely growing up.  She exerts her big-girlness every day, sometimes to our joy, sometimes to our chagrin, and almost always giving us something to laugh about.

Exhibit 1:  She can comb her hair.  Even if it turns out looking like Donald Trump's mane.


Exhibit 2:  She is a budding artist.  This is her very first picture.  Okay, I should clarify that.  For a long time, all Claire would draw is a line (or multiple lines, for that matter) and proudly call it "Snakes!"  And then one day, she drew fish, added a zigzag on top and called it water.  I was so proud!  And since it was on one of those magnetic drawing boards, I quickly snapped a picture so that I would have proof to show Adam when he got home from work (since she promptly erased it).  


Exhibit 3:  She can get dressed by herself.  That doesn't always mean she does it correctly.  Case in point:  after a potty break, she put her pants back on backwards.  She had been playing for quite a while before I noticed it, and then I just couldn't stop laughing.


She had no idea what was so funny.


Does it really matter if your pants are one the right way or not?  I would affirm that, yes, it does make a difference.


Exhibit 4:  Claire's new favorite activity is "to make" (cooking).  Just last night as I was chopping vegetables up for the soup I was making for dinner, she pulled out all of her plastic vegetables (the same ones I was using, no less), her toy kitchen knife, and on her stool, stood next to me making her own apple pie.  That's what she said she was making, anyway.  I am sad to say our camera battery was dead as a doornail, so we couldn't capture her sweet little voice saying "add pinch of salt, a pinch of water, and put the bixture on a making sheet." She also loves to take out my cook books, and then set up shop in the middle of the floor looking at the pictures.  And her new favorite show?  The Pioneer Woman on the Food Network.  At first I thought she just liked watching the kids working with horses and cattle on the ranch, but she actually requests to watch a show based on what the host was cooking.  And she asks to watch it every day.  So the  verdict is still out on whether she's going to grow up to be a marine biologist or a chef.  



But I'm fine with whatever she decides.

Pomp and Circumstance

Here she is on her first day of Nursery.  They all look like this - a little shell-shocked, very unsure of what is going on.  And don't even mention the roundness of their still-baby faces, wrists, etc.  


Fast forward a year and a half.  Yes, she still carries around Yaya.


Her hair is quite a bit longer.


Her cheeks are still slightly roundish.


But she is no longer a baby.


Well, she'll always be my silly, beautiful, exceptional baby.  Even if she is a Nursery graduate.


Here she is with her friends, Becca and James, and previously pictured with Daddy and Bishop Carroll.

Harper Turns 3!

We sure love this little girl, and we were excited to wish her a happy birthday.  But, of course, this little sassafrass decided to have so...