Happenings.

The title of this post might imply that exciting things have, indeed, been happening around here. Not true. Unless you consider watching your firstborn blossom right in front of your eyes exciting. Oh, you do? Yeah, me too :)

Here are some of my favorite Brooke "things" these days:

- She is 100% obsessed with her Daddy. Or, as she calls him, "Da-ee". And she says it with the most ginormous grin on her face. If I tell her Daddy's home from work, she immediately runs (and I do mean runs) to wait by the garage door. She has become a major Daddy's girl! Well, except for between the hours of about 9 p.m. & 8 a.m. when she wants nothing to do with him. Meaning when she wakes up in the middle of the night Mommy is the only one that calms her. (Still waking up most nights...will she ever sleep through the night for good? Sigh.)
- She says "no" now, though only uses it correctly about half the time. I realize that eventually this word will plague me, but right now I love to hear it from that mouth and watch her crinkle her nose as she says it.
- She leans her head back when she thinks she's being funny (and at the frequency with which we laugh at her, she has reason to believe she's hilarious.) I guess it's hard to explain, but she tosses her head back with a giant laugh. The best part is that sometimes it causes her to fall backwards. (Relax...she thinks it's funny when she falls, too. Plus, she's got plenty of padding back there to cushion the fall.)
- She loves to brush hair. It was a dream of mine to have a girl that would enjoy brushing/playing with hair. Call me crazy if you want, but it's the greatest feeling ever. Euphoric, I tell ya. So imagine my incredible delight when I realized my chickadee loves to play with Mommy's hair. (And Daddy's, too - lucky guy!)
- She can blow kisses, like legitamately kisses her hand and sends it your way. This is a brand spankin' new trick, just debuted tonight. I swear to you, I almost cried when I heard those little lips make that sweet kissing sound. (The kiss was directed at Da-ee, btw. I'm like chopped liver over here now, for reals.)
- She chooses the most hilariously random items to carry around like it's her BFF. You know, like baby wipes...

...and potatoes...

...and cans of Pepsi.

(That's some wicked-awesome hair in the potato picture, eh? Clearly she hadn't brushed her own hair that day. I keep telling myself that one of these days it will grow in on the sides...one of these days...)