My Girl

I don't feel like my last post really wrapped up the Farrah that she is right now.

She calls herself my baby constantly.  You not have you baby? when she's standing and I'm not holding her.  You got you baby's milk? last night before bed.  You cover you baby up?  You baby make you happy?

She is really good at pretending with her 'tend Willa and 'tend babies.  Her imagination surprises me for how down-to-earth and particular she is.  She likes to make us food or get us drinks from her 'tend kitchen, and she likes to 'tend put us to sleep by patting our butts.

She randomly says things like Beat it, Willa or Suck it, Mommy.  She had my back the other day, though.  She rode in the tractor with Keane for a trip to get hay bales at the lake, and when he brought her back home, the first thing she tells me was, "Daddy said 'Mooo-ma.'  I told him, "No! I not like that. Daddy, you say 'Mama!'"

She takes the "I have your nose" game very seriously.  Keane takes her nose or ear or anything, and she has to have it back.  She takes really good care of her baby dolls, seriously. She's always checking on them, putting them to bed, and giving them kisses.

My favorite of her sayings right now is I not hear you-What?!  

She adds though to her sentences appropriately.  And either.  She says I got it! every time you ask if she needs help with anything.

She is really testing my patience with her independence lately.  She is wanting to do everything on her own.  A trip to the bathroom now consists of: Farrah grabbing her stool and turning on the bathroom light, moving her stool to the potty, closing the door, pulling her shorts down, pulling her panties down, stepping onto the stool, turning around, slowly sitting on the potty, going potty, standing up, wiping, pulling up her items of clothing one at a time, stepping off her stool, moving her stool to the sink, going back to flush the potty, waving bye to her pee and saying I see you next time, going to the stool at the sink, climbing onto the bathroom counter while grunting and wiggling and holding onto the faucet, moving the soap dispenser close to her and slamming it down loudly, pumping soap into her hand, moving the soap dispenser away from her, turning the water on, rinsing her hands, turning the water off, drying her hands several times on the towel,  sliding back down onto her stool, sliding her stool a foot over closer to the light switch, turning the light off, asking Mama, you not see me now? then turning the light back on and giggling and saying You see me now?  I finally have to talk her into opening the door back up so I can finally get out of the bathroom.

Last night I rocked her to sleep again and after much talking, cutting her toenails (fingernails), her drinking her milk, choosing which song I'll hum, covering up her feet several times, grabbing Lambie and Piggy after they fall, and quite a bit of time, she was quiet and started drooling on my arm and I knew she was asleep.  I moved her to her bed but on my first attempt to escape, she popped her head up and said Mama?!  I told her I was just turning her fan up, and I returned to pat her butt for a short period of time before I knew she was asleep again.

I looked at her in the dark and her little sleeping face and squished lips reminded me exactly of her baby days.  She has grown so, so much, and changed a lot over these 2 years, but yet, she is still my little baby Farrah, my little baby girl who I stared at for many hours for many nights when we were learning so much about each other.

I thanked God for her, like I do daily.  I am one lucky Mama.