tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27748409528387766012024-02-07T00:08:16.959-08:00The Adventures of Brookie BearLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-90563955285405592772012-05-17T13:04:00.001-07:002012-05-17T13:04:28.923-07:00Coca-Cola Can<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was making lunch for the kids and Brookie comes up to me holding this Coca-Cola can. She says to me "Mom, why is there a Santa on this bottle? Does it make you care about your kids?" All I could do was laugh and tell her how adorable she is. </div>
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Just another one of the many stories I will have for her when she is older.</div>
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I don't know how the past 5 years have flown by so fast. My little Brookie Bear is going to be starting Kindergarten in the fall and is halfway through Pre-School.</div>
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I have been thinking back to when it was just Brookie and I. When my days were filled with watching Finding Nemo OVER and OVER, Mommy and Brookie nap times, helping her brush her teeth & hair, loving any game I made up for us to play and my little helper who wanted nothing more than to help me mop the kitchen floor.</div>
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Now my days are filled with a little girl who has a slew of favorite shows (right now it is Fairly Odd Parents on AutoPlay ALL DAY), she is dressing herself with a style all her own, is learning how to clean up after herself, brushes her own teeth & hair and is teaching ME how to play make believe and make up funny songs.</div>
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I am pretty sure this is where all my parenting skills will start to become defined and everything I know will start to be put to the test....can't they just stay 2 forever???</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306778841948223913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-80799685238087875802011-12-03T13:54:00.001-08:002011-12-03T13:55:45.458-08:00.Brookie the Astronaut.<div style="text-align: center;">
Brookie & Aaron were having a conversation in the car about what Brookie wanted to be when she grew up.</div>
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She promptly replied "I am going to be the first girl to go to the moon!"</div>
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Aaron explained to her that she would have to go to College first to become an Astronaut.</div>
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Brookie said "I already know how to put a flag on the moon Dad!"</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306778841948223913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-90955715972768761472011-11-08T17:36:00.000-08:002011-11-08T17:36:19.574-08:00.Dinner Blessing.<div style="text-align: center;">
Brookie asked to bless the food tonight at dinner.</div>
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Her prayer went something like this:</div>
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"Thank you for this food.</div>
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Please bless that it won't be yucky.</div>
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Please bless that it won't taste gross.</div>
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Please bless that the pasta will be yummy."</div>
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I guess it worked...because she ate every last bite.</div>
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Yesterday was Brooklyn's Primary Program. She had to memorize the above scripture to recite along with the rest of the Sunbeams. We started working on it with her Saturday afternoon...and she got it memorized by that evening! </div>
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The Sunbeams were the first ones to recite their part. They had them all standing on one side of the pulpit and someone held the microphone and swept back and forth so you could hear all of the children. Well, Brookie leaned as far forward as she could and followed the microphone the WHOLE time...speaking as loudly as she could...you could only hear Brooklyn. :)</div>
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She sang all the songs as loud as she could and did such a good job. She had a hard time holding still and was moving and talking the whole time...what else would you expect from a 4 year old that is expected to stand in the same place for 45 minutes straight??</div>
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We were so proud of her for doing such a good job.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306778841948223913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-42727158071774670642011-09-26T15:17:00.000-07:002011-09-26T15:17:29.992-07:00.Preschool.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My big girl Brookie enjoyed her first day of Preschool today!!</div>
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We were a bit worried she would be missing out due to her having had the stomach flu ALL weekend. </div>
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She woke up this morning and seemed as good as new. I am so glad she didn't miss out on her first day.</div>
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Showing off her new backpack! Last week, after her preschool orientation, her Daddy Chris took her out to dinner and out to get some school supplies. This is the new backpack she picked out and made sure I got a picture of her backpack before she headed off to school.</div>
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We all love our little Brookie Bear! I am so excited to watch her as she grows and learns. She is turning into quite the amazing little girl. :)</div>
<br />Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306778841948223913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-7475229453067918872011-07-19T08:42:00.000-07:002011-07-19T08:42:47.739-07:00.LoveSac.<div style="text-align: center;">Brookie was sitting on the LoveSac the other day and asks me... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Why is it called a LoveSac Mom? Are you supposed to hug while you sit on it?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love that little girl. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-15411087795867454632011-05-20T11:17:00.000-07:002011-05-20T11:17:39.510-07:00.You Lied To Me!.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGmp61VHs71uhxERq0pgJz3U-_dHrMVB9grMD-4I1-AEMUlyiaAcDP0OXYZoOoqE8M2ay-p5BlEagB3eH9_bVfoTGKb_5ayo0gSMcUlYreDpy4wgMmvc6ytV0uc6Xgam2ynDAzfaki2xA/s1600/Prenatal+Vitamin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGmp61VHs71uhxERq0pgJz3U-_dHrMVB9grMD-4I1-AEMUlyiaAcDP0OXYZoOoqE8M2ay-p5BlEagB3eH9_bVfoTGKb_5ayo0gSMcUlYreDpy4wgMmvc6ytV0uc6Xgam2ynDAzfaki2xA/s320/Prenatal+Vitamin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooklyn came out of the restroom carrying a package of my prenatal vitamins. She comes up to me and questions me as to what they are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I respond "They are vitamins that help make the baby in my belly grow bigger."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She immediately gets angry, stomps out of the room and slams them down on the nearest table. She turns back to me and says "You lied to me! You said the baby was growing by itself in your tummy!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to try not to giggle at her, as I could tell she was very serious about this. So instead, I sat her down next to me and told her that the baby is growing on it's on. The vitamins just help make him stronger and healthier.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am glad she accepted that answer and the conversation didn't need to continue any farther.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-39562732046094014502011-05-12T09:02:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:44:15.478-07:00.Baby Brother.<div style="text-align: center;">Brookie is VERY excited for her baby brother to join our little family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She gives him kisses AT LEAST once a day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She also reminds me almost daily how big my belly is getting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday I had to take my glucose test. Knowing that I would have to be there for at least an hour and also get my blood drawn, I asked Aaron's sister Katie to watch the girls. </div><div style="text-align: center;">As we were getting ready to leave, I explained to Brookie that she would be going to Aunt Katie's while I went to the doctor that day. Her face instantly lit up and she got this HUGE grin on her face as she says "And then you are going to have the baby?!" It was the most adorable thing ever. Sadly, I had to explain to her that was still a few months away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are both quite the comical little children and I have loads of stories every day that I could post about both of them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The thing about that though, is that Brooklyn's funny moments aren't always ones that other people would understand. We have a lot of little inside jokes that make her crazy moments so hysterical. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The week before last was Spring Break for our school district. Easter also happened to fall right on the tail end of Spring Break this year. It was her Dad's year to have her for Spring Break, so we didn't get to enjoy her for Easter this year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a bit of a rough week and weekend for me, since I am so used to having her home with me every night and cuddling until Aaron comes to bed. That is my special time with Brookie that we enjoy almost every night. I started to realize, while she was gone, that cuddling in my bed at night is probably going to be changing to a rare occurrence once Baby Boy arrives. Which makes me sad, since I know how much she enjoys that time every night and is always a bit let down when Aaron comes to bed at the same time as us and she has to go straight to her bed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't had to worry too much about Lily being jealous of mine and Brookie's little time together every night. Lily isn't much into cuddling and never really has been. She likes her own space and will just talk your ear off if you let her into bed with you most nights.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, I am VERY happy to have my Brookie back home! I have missed having her around all the time and I know Lily missed her playmate.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-48388762800972916632011-04-20T18:23:00.000-07:002011-04-20T18:34:22.184-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_4xe4Ke5vSAsctcn0CJH6_8mFgPBXjbpl1AzzRdPBRjdLvmXJy6XRLl8XF8Hs42SqANdojlAAmm-V6o57px77wURrBEYSdEh3Aelf7OQUGwR7sS5UYo2aAfeBL8nSFlfNe8MBu3j9ZER/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_4xe4Ke5vSAsctcn0CJH6_8mFgPBXjbpl1AzzRdPBRjdLvmXJy6XRLl8XF8Hs42SqANdojlAAmm-V6o57px77wURrBEYSdEh3Aelf7OQUGwR7sS5UYo2aAfeBL8nSFlfNe8MBu3j9ZER/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUr0mYV06lmSeb86mPgPCRWG5x0SebVsku_t5AKcz67AQwGhn5wapEkcgOD2XoOugN6xOAnDvIl9lzflujNx0XsBCMDj9usdvAinOCQhrAElp2SsK8ghNOYmXk-CCWWI7TJHfueD3rG90/s1600/025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUr0mYV06lmSeb86mPgPCRWG5x0SebVsku_t5AKcz67AQwGhn5wapEkcgOD2XoOugN6xOAnDvIl9lzflujNx0XsBCMDj9usdvAinOCQhrAElp2SsK8ghNOYmXk-CCWWI7TJHfueD3rG90/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597841419373935138" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My little Brookie Bear is growing up way too fast. :(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so proud of the little girl she is turning into though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brookie is our little artist. She LOVES to draw and is quite good at it. You can tell what most of the things are that she is drawing and she gets the biggest grin when you guess right what is in the picture she has given you. If you get it wrong, she will make you guess over and over until you get it right. She won't let you give up easily either.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last week she came over to me with a Princess Letters book of hers and said "Look what I did Mom!" She had copied the letter S and written it all by herself. No tracing or help at all. She has gotten really good at just copying what she sees. She can write MOM without any help or even seeing the word now. If you write her name, she can copy all of the letters and write it out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are still working on her recognizing what all the letters are, but I think she is on to a really good start.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her new favorite thing to do is model for pictures. She will have me take pictures of her in certain outfits and she will strike different poses. 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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I told Brookie we needed to take a shower. Her response "No, not right now."</div><div style="text-align: center;">So instead of fighting with her, I went upstairs and made us a snack.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I came down the stairs, snack in hand, to find Brookie undressed and all ready to get in the shower.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope one day her favorite thing to surprise me with is cleaning the house...</div><div style="text-align: center;">or maybe just her room. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-71901623681139653402011-03-07T09:16:00.001-08:002011-03-07T09:16:46.443-08:00.4 Year Old Check-Up.<div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Last week, Brookie had her 4 year old check up at the Dr.</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">She is definitely not the shy little girl that she used to be. It was almost impossible for me to talk to the Doctor because she had so much she wanted to say. </div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">She weighs 33lbs and is 39 inches tall. She is right at the 30th percentile for both height and weight. </div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">She didn't pass her eye test...but I am not too worried about it at this point. The reason she didn't pass is because the very bottom line she said was "too small". Knowing Brookie, had she not been able to actually see it, she would have said that it was blurry or something. Things are always "too hard, too small, or too complicated" for Brookie. Classic excuses of hers to get out of doing things. When it's time for her to start school I will get her eyes checked just to make sure.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-5425589669563754402011-02-22T18:08:00.000-08:002011-02-22T18:08:17.807-08:00.The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.<div style="text-align: center;">This morning we were invited by our neighbor Ashley, who has 2 kids the same age as Brookie and Lily, to go to friend day at the kids gym that they go to once a week. I knew the girls would enjoy, so of course we accepted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls loved it. Brookie had so much fun and kept yelling out in class "Hey! Everyone! Look at me!" while she did what she had just learned. That was DEFINITELY an hour well spent...and an hour that clearly wore her out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we ran some quick errands and grabbed some lunch. I took the girls in to JoAnn's with me so I could get some yarn. While we were in there, Brookie found this ball that was rubber and had gold sparkles in it that was kind of like a snow globe when you shake it up. She kept telling me she wanted to get it and I kept telling her that we were not going to buy anything except yarn. When we got up to the register we waited in line for a few minutes and the girls played with all the dollar stuff on the way up to the register. This next part caught me SO off guard, I reacted the best way that I could...</div><div style="text-align: center;">As we walked up to the register, Brookie must have thought we were leaving and heading out the door, she yells out just as I get up to the register, "Mom! Look what I stoleded!" as she opens up her jacket pocket to reveal the ball I had told her she could not get. I wish the store had been empty and that 5 other people had not seen and heard that moment, but sadly, they did. I quickly rushed over to her, took the ball and walked back to the register asking the cashier how much the ball was. She looked at it and said "I don't think we even carry these in the store. Someone must have left it. You can just have it." </div><div style="text-align: center;">At least my child wasn't stealing something that they were actually selling???</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't even know she was old enough to know what stealing was OR where she learned it!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After dinner I realized we needed a few things from the store and figured we could just make a quick trip over there before Aaron got home from working late. I got the girls in the car and we headed to Walmart. Brookie loves the carts they have with the extra seat that are insanely big and ridiculous to steer. I will only get them for the girls to sit on if we have a large shopping trip ahead of us. So, when we walked into Walmart, Brookie insisted that we get one of those carts. I told her no and got another cart and put Lily in it. She demanded again and I just ignored her and started to push the cart towards the produce section. Brooklyn RUNS in front of the cart and starts pushing it back screaming at me that she wants the other cart. I push back and tell her no and that we are in a hurry. She CONTINUES and starts having a MELTDOWN!! I have NEVER had anything like this happen in my life...or even seen it happen. I did the only thing I really could do at that point...I grabbed Brooklyn by the hand, left the cart sitting in the middle of the walkway and marched out of the store with her crying and screaming the ENTIRE way to the car saying "I'll listen Mom! Go back to the store!" over and over. People stared, which I can't blame them for, I would have probably stared too. She continued to do this the whole way home. As soon as we parked the car at home, Brooklyn unbuckled her seatbelt and CLIMBED over the front seat and climbed on my back still crying and screaming BEGGING me to go back to the store. I sat there stunned for almost 30 seconds before I just climbed out of the car with her hanging on my back like a little monkey.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I honestly can't help but just laugh about it. What else can you do?</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-49223212922421334752011-02-17T20:02:00.000-08:002011-02-17T20:02:46.417-08:00.Since When?!.<div style="text-align: center;">When did 4 become the magical age that my little girl started doing</div><div style="text-align: center;"> "EVERYTHING" for herself??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Brookie can now brush her teeth perfectly and do "spits" (mouthwash) all by herself.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>She dresses and undresses herself like a pro (no backwards pants, shirts or panties here!)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>She helps clear and set the table.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It definitely comes with it's perks...</div><div style="text-align: center;">like the small amount of extra time it adds to my daily routine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The downfall??</div><div style="text-align: center;">It reminds me that my little girl is growing up faster than I would like. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness she still loves to cuddle with her Mommy every chance she gets.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you <b>DARE</b> tell me that is going to end soon!</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-63937112881967337832011-02-17T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-17T09:43:55.169-08:00.A Princess Party.<div style="text-align: center;">I am doing my best to catch up on some things that have happened that I haven't had the chance to blog about. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first one on the list...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Brooklyn's 4th Birthday Party!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I asked Brooklyn what she wanted her birthday party to be about, she chose "A Princess Party".</div><div style="text-align: center;">It ended up being VERY easy to plan and put together, which I was grateful for. My energy level had JUST started to come back. The biggest thing she wanted was a castle cake. That took me a few hours to do, but I enjoyed doing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We just did a family party, as we have every year in the past. I think once Brooklyn starts school, she will probably want to invite her friends. For now, I will enjoy my sanity. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_jiElVvVKs9QSl0VHM8-wr8S23y_lxc-mYgu0wHXnNE4nuIq-Llgsf0B1GopE4BjTCE2XlPRgPksbec_DW7CsAK-MX8-ezaPDxKSJCsV87fL5xU5gA1tc13yxfkvXiRx_bY6ss7VVTu1/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_jiElVvVKs9QSl0VHM8-wr8S23y_lxc-mYgu0wHXnNE4nuIq-Llgsf0B1GopE4BjTCE2XlPRgPksbec_DW7CsAK-MX8-ezaPDxKSJCsV87fL5xU5gA1tc13yxfkvXiRx_bY6ss7VVTu1/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lily taking off her Princess crown</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-dhWhVNwOZyS7NLxd__ZwMqTM4E7Ix_fWuMGVfsBrwRkHUPQS1T2fPBLIbpT1E_HnuS-ZXSmiyDoXhcbozO1sy8Dr2CJqoU7jJVXP7ilGZL9mgu-gmCSnGMldIU6AVYRsxn0UJbf65x_/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-dhWhVNwOZyS7NLxd__ZwMqTM4E7Ix_fWuMGVfsBrwRkHUPQS1T2fPBLIbpT1E_HnuS-ZXSmiyDoXhcbozO1sy8Dr2CJqoU7jJVXP7ilGZL9mgu-gmCSnGMldIU6AVYRsxn0UJbf65x_/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can tell, this was Brookie's favorite gift. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Overall, her party went great. I was extremely exhausted afterwards, but it was all worth it. She loved all of her gifts and didn't make fun of my cake making skills TOO much. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-40383897420981987972011-02-10T18:53:00.000-08:002011-02-10T18:54:11.938-08:00.My Favorite 4 Year Old.<div style="text-align: center;">It is hard to believe that my little Brookie Bear is now 4. It makes me so happy and a little sad too. She is only getting closer to not being my little girl anymore. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was thinking about the relationship that I have with Brooklyn and the one that I have always wanted to have with my children. I can honestly say, I have formed a very strong bond with Brooklyn. She is still defiant, like most children her age, but still is the biggest sweetheart. She is always thinking of others. She hates to see other people sad or upset. She is usually willing to help, if she isn't already busy in her own little world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February 3rd, 2007 </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>My little Princess was born</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJFLPh9Nq8_QucLqOp4QpwszCe46lhaK3AdxPGOfacGxWpct2Dsq6rCSH0REcQN6lSgAsUb_xlyNFRCHN6lDKlccHR9HST8FKIGrHr__tIRgUcpwQp1wbDnID6D2kkADe30b5C7cWLo1s/s1600/First+Time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJFLPh9Nq8_QucLqOp4QpwszCe46lhaK3AdxPGOfacGxWpct2Dsq6rCSH0REcQN6lSgAsUb_xlyNFRCHN6lDKlccHR9HST8FKIGrHr__tIRgUcpwQp1wbDnID6D2kkADe30b5C7cWLo1s/s320/First+Time.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The love I have for her has grown more than I could express as I have watched her grow and seen her personality shine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLh0oQqhb962cst3qIMxPtHNC2-dHT1lUodpBostOuy2ACaMA9Z2d4Qc5umS2oMXFfm4AuzhM1a65AAtN1n8_YHF7eNHCFF9i7XHrCTqyXJokENNkpZ-eNCCRhE0Gw7CLCVRlEYX61ysC/s1600/Funny+Face+7+months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLh0oQqhb962cst3qIMxPtHNC2-dHT1lUodpBostOuy2ACaMA9Z2d4Qc5umS2oMXFfm4AuzhM1a65AAtN1n8_YHF7eNHCFF9i7XHrCTqyXJokENNkpZ-eNCCRhE0Gw7CLCVRlEYX61ysC/s320/Funny+Face+7+months.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">7 Months Old and making silly faces</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I was setting up her brand new Dora Doll House set with her and she stands up and walks over to the couch. As she sits down she says...<br />
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"I just can't take it anymore! I NEED to watch TV!"Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-40719170967394508642010-12-14T12:27:00.001-08:002010-12-14T12:27:13.646-08:00.I Am A Princess Robot.<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uE5Iff50LSs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uE5Iff50LSs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-17390379784093250012010-11-29T21:48:00.000-08:002010-11-29T21:48:19.588-08:00.Computer Games.<div style="text-align: center;">Brookie enjoys playing computer games. I let her play on sites like PBS.org and NickJr.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She honestly learns quite a bit from the games she plays. A while back she was trying to figure out how to rhyme. She did pretty good for playing ONE game that teaches rhyming.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight, Aaron was playing his computer games before I put the girls to bed. Brookie was sitting on the couch with me and Aaron stood up from his game and said "I keep dying, I think I am done."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brookie's reply..."Dad, you can play my games. They're not hard." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wVfKXlZMW_2TBezRPL-37KtmuHQBAekDGu9P4tsFS1YeJg9zeYA238NT8S8ZPkLIOEyn1VZt3Y8GS2JEmsrcDiHLlP6o32967RzpEZ6OeYja5hX04OYWEn6UcdFElY8NFq96-OCo0qKo/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wVfKXlZMW_2TBezRPL-37KtmuHQBAekDGu9P4tsFS1YeJg9zeYA238NT8S8ZPkLIOEyn1VZt3Y8GS2JEmsrcDiHLlP6o32967RzpEZ6OeYja5hX04OYWEn6UcdFElY8NFq96-OCo0qKo/s320/004.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gosh I love this kid.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-438229019788705822010-11-19T21:35:00.000-08:002010-11-19T21:35:58.740-08:00.Who Likes Driving Anyways??.Earlier tonight, Brookie and I were coming home from running some errands. We were stopped at a corner waiting to turn right when an ambulance and police car came up behind us and rounded the corner. They parked right next to the sidewalk immediately after making a right hand turn. There was an older gentlemen, probably in his 40's or 50's, sitting on the ground with about 3 or 4 people standing around him that had clearly just gotten out of their SUV that was parked right next to him. Brookie asked me what was wrong with him. I told her it could be anything and that maybe he had a heart attack. Honestly, I think her idea was much better...this is what she said to me immediately following my response...<br />
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"Maybe he just doesn't want to drive anymore."<br />
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Ha ha I love that kid! The answer is usually a lot simpler than we think.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-39297044196110866212010-11-03T21:28:00.001-07:002010-11-03T21:37:01.179-07:00."Hi Mr. Goat!".<center>I guess goats don't handle being teased very well...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyk58EfM8qrTwtv8QlXy7iQZCsaaTLuiQvUgYX8UVrN60lLBm50hx0FVLQZPqAuDyxa2GC_v0Ywm6zyDkqy8w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></center>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2774840952838776601.post-55832270955132541622010-10-03T21:29:00.000-07:002010-10-03T21:33:27.665-07:00.When I Was A Baby.Yet again, Brookie let her imagination run a little wild today.<br /><br />We were driving back from picking Brooklyn up from her Dad's house in Orem and just as we were getting on the freeway a "Brookie is a big girl" conversation was started. I truly do not remember a single thing of what was said due to a side comment she threw in out of nowhere...<br /><br />"When I was a baby, I was goin' ALLLL crazy and POOPIN' in my DIAPER!!" Aaron literally stopped mid-sentence and we both just laughed and laughed 'til we couldn't laugh any more.<br /><br />I truly can not explain my child or her creative mind, but I sure love it!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05081882584768263231noreply@blogger.com0