My Babbling Brooke

Well, I just couldn't resist.  Here are a ton of pictures of my little girl in the same outfit, same location, some of them very similar, but I just couldn't weed them out.  To Mommy every picture is just different enough to make it impossible to dwindle down any further.  And these are my memories, so I guess I can do whatever I want to. 

 

"Mommy, you can't get enough of me."

 

"What can I put in my hair that's glorious?"

 

Her little tush wiggle has cracked me up for a year or so now.  She thinks she is wiggling her bottom, but she is really just rapidly wiggling her arms back and forth. 

 

One morning last week she was singing one of her made up songs as she was going "bumpy" on the couch.  This particular one's chorus went, "who's going to take pity on Ammie?".  Ammie thought that was a great question. 
Evangeline is so good at making up songs.  Lots of them are just random jibber jabber, but everything ends with a great rhyme. 

 

One night last week she kept saying, "no flash 'atography'!"  She kept asking me to take her picture so she could say it again and again.  We all cracked up every time. 

 

After misplacing her little Elmo stuffed animal she came whimpering to me, "I can't find my little Elmo!  I mean everything to him.  I'm his sister." .....it was very dramatic.

 

I told her we could add some cinnamon to pumpkin seeds before roasting them.  She replied, "Let's make it really snackable!"

 

As we carved her pumpkin she said..."That's a big punkin a'course.  Is this the biggest punkin you ever had in this life?"





We both went to get our flu shots last week.  Evangeline was so nervous and upset about it.  She was a little trooper though.  She just clutched her little blankie and instructed to nurse to rub a cotton ball on the shot afterward.  I'm not sure how she got the idea in her head that the nurse needs to rub a cotton ball on the shot to make it feel better, but whatever it takes.  She always does a nervous babble when something she has agonized about is over with.  She was so clamed up before her shot and would hardly speak, but as soon as it was over she hopped off the table to pull up her pants and immediately started chatting it up to the nurse about how she likes to put tank tops on as soon as she gets home. 

 

She was looking forward to showing her pals at preschool her booboo the next day. 

 



Here is Evangeline's prayer that night after her flue shot:

 

"Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Please make my boo boo better.

I love you too.

Amen."