Last night at dinner Clare says, "I forgot to tell you what John did at school today during circle time."
"What did John do?"
Everyone starts laughing.
Casey asks, "What did everyone do?"
Clare answers, "Mike said, 'Who farted?"
Casey and I both mistakenly start laughing, which prompts Clare to say that about ten more times. So then we tell Clare that we don't use that word and we don't want to hear it anymore. It takes a few reminders for her to understand that we are serious. But, by the end of dinner, she understands that she isn't supposed to say that.
Fast forward to bed time.....I am putting Clare to bed, and she looks up at me with her sweet, innocent eyes and says, "I really want to say the 'f-word'."
She embraced the slimy activity, and took advantage of the opportunity to make a mess!
Jane started off curious. She gave it a try and faked a smile for the picture, but she didn't enjoy the activity. Part of it may have been that she was pretty tired, but she claimed she didn't like the way it felt.
So, while Sydney continued to paint and create, Jane sulked on the floor wanting to do "a different craft."
Clare's lovie, a pink blanket/bunny, has been with her since birth. I think we actually had it at the hosptial with us when she was born.
It has seen her though good times and bad. It comforted her when she gave up her pacifier and during almost every sad or scary moment of her short life...like getting her picture made with Santa. Until recently, Lovie was next to her in bed every night. For awhile, I thought Lovie might go with her to college and walk her down the aisle.
Well, the day has come where Lovie is no longer needed. Clare hasn't slept with it in quite a while, and today when she went to spend the night with her grandparents, she purposefully didn't pack it. Another sign of my oldest girl growing up.
Now Lovie will remain in her drawer until it makes it's final move into a keepsake box. Lovie, you have served your purpose quite well. Thank you for providing my sweet girl an immeasurable amount of comfort!
Good thing there are three more proud lovie-toters under my roof! No sign of the younger three getting rid of theirs anytime soon....and that is fine by me!