Farrah is changing daily, and my list of all her changes grows exponentially! She has so much personality, and she is starting to come out of her shell and be more friendly to those who speak to her.
She has learned to Pray Jesus and it's really something sweet. Her daycare teacher texted me the other day saying that she heard Farrah praying before they ate lunch and she asked Farrah what she was praying for and Farrah said, I pray for Mommy.
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She asks Kaden and Kylie Good day? when we pick them up from school. She smiles back at us and winks back (with both eyes). She gives a few random hugs and gives amazing hugs upon request. She loves to wipe off our kisses and laugh when we say "Hey!"
There for a couple weeks she was saying "yes" with such a southern slang, and when I picked her up from daycare one day I heard her teacher, Emily, say yes like that. It was the cutest thing, but it didn't last very long, even though I asked Farrah to say it like that forever. When she's sad or someone else is sad and we wipe tears off, she calls it wiping sad off. Sweetest thing ever.
Here are a list of sayings I wanted to remember:
"Oh! Charge my phone? Thanks, Mommy. Hi, Farrah phone!"
"Oh, dosh."
"Where milk go? Farrah see ice. I not see milk."
"Baby doll, you not have shoes on. Haha. You too wittle! You too wittle have shoes on!"
"Y'elcome."
"Thanks putting my milk in your work!"
"Thanks taking me down farm, Daddy!"
"Farrah silly. I silly now."
When I picked her up from daycare..."You sweet girl? You sweet girl in her car seat?"
"I be fine!"
When she looks for something, she will hollar it in the tune of "Oh, Toodles" from Mickey Mouse, but she says Umm instead of Oh. One day it was Ummm....Nabi?
She asks permission to do all things, like eat the udder side of her gummy worm, or if she could greet Daddy after he pulled into the driveway.
She tells random stories. I told her I liked her dress that she got changed into at daycare and she said Wyatt did it, and one time she told me she napped outside at daycare.
She totally outsmarted Keane about holding Willa and he said he couldn't even be upset about it. When we first got Willa, our new puppy, she came inside a lot, but she would perturb Farrah by getting close to her or any of her toys. Farrah was on the couch and wanted to get down but didn't want Willa to bother her. I was in the kitchen and she asked, "Mommy, you hold Willa?" I told her I couldn't and she would be fine. Farrah said, "Daddy, you hold Willa?" Keane also replied that he wasn't going to hold Willa but that he would watch Willa if she got down. Farrah sat there for a little bit and asked, "Daddy, you sit by me?" Keane said, "Sure!" and sat next to Farrah. Farrah then asked, "Daddy, you get Willa?" Keane said, "You want me to get Willa so you can pet her?" And Farrah said yes. Keane got Willa and Farrah petted her for a second and then said, "Daddy, I get down now?"
As I was listening to Old Dominion's song, No Such Thing as a Broken Heart, on the radio, I wanted to teach Farrah some of the meaning of that song:
Cry when it hurts, laugh when it's funny. Chase after the dream; don't chase after the money. And know we got each other. Because you can't keep the ground from shaking... You can't keep the sunsets from fading... You gotta love like there's no such thing as a broken heart.
Farrah is our whole heart. She loves to play baby dolls and time-out and night night game with Kylie. She loves to feed Willa and Rudy by hand feeding them dog food piece by piece. She loves to help in all ways possible. When she wants a popsicle, she will then open the drawer and get scissors for you, then open the trash can for the plastic piece you cut off, then she will close the trash and put the scissors up.
As of last week, she now wants to do everything on her own, like getting dressed (pants at least), going potty and washing and drying her hands and turning the light off (she drags her stool around all over), and even getting into the bathtub! When she plays in her room, she likes to close and lock the door so nobody not come in.
(She got stung by something while jumping on the trampoline. Three days later it swelled up so we went to the doctor and got on some antibiotics that cleared it right up!)
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