Brandon's 2nd Birthday

We celebrated Brandon's birthday this past Saturday and had a wonderful time. Georgia was upset that we didn't invite more toddlers, but she quickly learned that 3 toddlers are more than enough! And Brandon enjoyed playing with the girls until it was time to share his cars. Overall, everyone had a good time watching the kiddos play.

Dog Cough

What? Georgia told me this morning that she calls her cough..."dog cough" or at least that's what she called it last year in kindergarten.

Isn't that funny. The names kids come up with for simple things. Instead of Georgia telling someone she has a rough cough, she tells them she has a dog cough. I guess she is describing her cough like the sounds the dog makes in Christmas Vacation.

Anyhow, I can learn from my daughter. Why do I describe things in such bland ways? Why can't, or better yet, why don't I describe things more colorfully? As an adult I have become set in my ways. I focus narrowly on the tasks at hand. I no longer find myself stopping to smell the roses. Maybe if I just slowed down and looked at things through the eyes of a child then maybe, just maybe I could make myself laugh!

By the way, Georgia is fine. She's just having a tough time with her allergies. Darn those weather changes!

amy

Welcome to My World

I'm hungry.



That is a phrase many parents hate to hear at bedtime. This is one of Georgia's famous tactics to delay going to bed nearly every night. Our normal counter attack is a glass of milk.



This past Tuesday night was no different. Jeremy and I got home late after visiting with old friends in Grapevine. When we got home Brandon was already asleep but Georgia just had to stay up and wait for us. She waited until the babysitter left and then she sprung it on us. She came downstairs and told us she was hungry. Not phased at all, Jeremy proceeded to walk her to the kitchen and make her some chocolate milk. As she was standing there sipping on her milk and grinning from ear to ear, Jeremy opened the fridge and stared at my half empty shelves. He talked to himself out loud and wondered what he wanted to eat.



Just like a comic on stage, Georgia piped in..."Welcome to my world!"



What a shocker for Jeremy and myself. We never thought we'd hear our 1st grader talk like an adult. Much less, we never thought she'd understand what she was actually saying. She understood all too well.

As parents we have laughed so much about the funny little things Georgia says, but we also hate to hear them. It's a double edged sword for us...on one hand we love that our daughter is growing up, but on the other hand we hate it.

Welcome to my world.

amy