My smart baby
I just wanted to add this for the blog-as-baby-book factor.
Today I was a wee little bit tired so I just put my head down for a second while I was lying on the bed watching Madison pull all of the clothes out of the drawer. Really, just for a second, I shut my poor tired eyes and perhaps I dozed for a teeny-weeny minute and then I heard this little voice saying to me, “Pesle! Pesle!” and I opened my eyes to see Madison staring at me intently while chewing the eraser off of one of her brother’s pencils.
She still won’t call me “mama” (she calls Brett and me both “Dada”) but she stands at Noah’s door and hollers, “Bruh-her!” And now she’ll come and tell me when she’s eating a pencil because she knows she shouldn’t.
I love this kid!
She’s gorgeous
And so smart.
What a sweet picture. She looks like a little angel. And a smart cookie, she is!
so adorable! I love this picture! That outfit is the cutest also.
My son still calls me daddy too. (Although this morning, he called me something that sounded like “manna” so we may be making progress.) Also, he covered the coffee table with chalk. AIIEEEEE! On the other hand, chalk is washable. And not ingested.