BAILEY
There aren't enough words in the English language to describe Bailey right now. She's four years old and she's the coolest, sassiest, most amazing kid ever. Her favorite color is pink and she won't let us cut her hair because she says princesses have long hair. Never mind the fact that half the time it's a nest-y mess. In the last few months, she's decided to be a part-time vegetarian and will only eat chicken nuggets from Chick-fil-A. She'll eat pretty much any fruit or vegetable under the sun, but she's got a thing against almost all meats. She poses for pretty much every picture I take of her like this:
And like this:
Some days she's totally cool with throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but then there are days where she insists on wearing a fancy dress and high heels. Even if we're just hanging around the house or running to the mall.
She'd eat ice cream every day if we let her {and most days we do}. She's starting preschool {at home} this year and she picked out a new school bag...pink with princesses all over it. I don't know how I ended up with such a girly girl. She loves to swim, but she won't go in the deep end and prefers to stay in the kiddie/shallow end. She got brave in the beginning of the summer and ended up a little too far in the deep end of the pool, clinging to the wall and screaming like she was about to drown. Since then, she refuses to go much further than the stairs of any pool.
She likes to sneak into my makeup and put on lipstick and blush. She's getting better at it, but still looks like a clown a lot of the time. Most of the time. Okay, every time. She'll figure it out.
Sometimes she says things that just make me stop and laugh. She's a fan of the show Big Brother, and watches it with Scott and me. She sits there and chats about all the houseguests while we're watching:
"I love Frankie. He has pink hair and glitter polish on his nails."
"I miss Amber. She got 'victed and had to go sit with Julie."
"My favorite character is Nicole. She got 'victed, but then she came back."
She's probably the best big sister a kid could ever ask for. She's patient and loving and she truly enjoys spending time with her little brother. And, good Lord, does he adore her. Watching them together is so awesome.
Every once in awhile she busts out with "You're the greatest mommy I ever saw-ed" and it makes my day. When she sleeps, which isn't often, she looks like a tiny little angel and I completely forget about all the craziness of the day. She's been sleeping in a toddler cot in our bedroom lately. She's got this thing against her own bedroom these days and, honestly, setting her up on a cot is easier for us at the moment than spending hours every night trying to convince, cajole, and threaten her to stay in her own bed. Plus, she's been waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares that leave her a shaking, crying mess. More often than not, they're silly bad dreams {her cousin stole a broom and wouldn't give it back} but sometimes they're "for real" bad dreams {a stranger stole her}and I think it helps both of us to feel more at ease with her right there on her cot next to the bed. We'll work on getting her back to her own room, but for now I'm not stressing.
In just a few short months, we'll be registering her for Kindergarten. Oh...my...God. Kindergarten. how do I have a kid old enough to be in Kindergarten? And what the hell am I going to do without her here with me all day?
In a word, Bailey is FABULOUS. She's growing like a weed, speaking like a little adult, and I love how confident she is when it comes to meeting new people. I have no doubt that when it comes time for her to "leave the nest" as they say, that she'll be just as awesome as she is now. And I can't wait to watch her grow.
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GERRY
Gerry, Gerry, Gerry. Just like with Bailey, there aren't enough words in our language to describe him. He's almost 20 months old now and he's my little hellion. Anything he can climb on, get into, or throw around, he does. With joy. My dad often jokes that Gerry just walks into a room and looks for things he can get into, and he's absolutely right. To him, the entire world and everything in it is up for grabs and just waiting to be explored and uncovered, and I love that about him.
He loves pretty much ALL foods, but he has a ton of fun eating spaghetti. He tried to slurp it up like Bailey does but pretty much always just ends up dumping his plate on the table and digging in, utensil-free.
In the last few weeks, Gerry's vocabulary has just exploded. It's so cool to see all the things that he understands now, and I love that he's becoming more verbal. He can actually tell us now when he wants something, whether it be a snack, a bottle, to open something, his blanket, a car, whatever. His newest phrases are "Found you!" and "Where are you?" He'll walk around the house pointing at Bailey and yelling, "Ha! Ha! Found you!" or looking for Scott..."Daddy? Where are you?" So cool.
During the day, he never stops. Ever. He's a little ball of energy and craziness, and it's just go-go-go from the minute he wakes up until the minute he passes out for nap or bed time. But when he's sleeping? Oh my goodness, is he angelic. So still and quiet and adorable. Lately, he's been waking up in the middle of the night so Scott and I have revived our old middle-of-the-night standby: he goes in to get Gerry out of his crib while I run downstairs and warm up a little bit of milk for him. The last few nights, when I go back into the room, Gerry holds his arms out and leans toward me and says in his sleep-filled little voice, "Want you"...and right then and there my heart just melts.
He loves to play and be silly and, lately, his favorite thing to do is to dance. Seriously. The second he hears even a hint of a beat he stops whatever he's doing and starts dancing. It's awesome and hilarious and I hope he never outgrows it. He's also a fan of bright and sparkly things. I can't tell you how often he asks me to put this skirt on him, and I can't stress enough how much Scott HATES it. But it makes our kid happy, and who am I to stand in the way of his happiness?
He's just so damn mischievous and happy all the time. The only times he's not walking around with a smile on his face are when he's sick or very, very tired. Otherwise, it's all happy all the time.
He still loves the hell out of Bailey, and looks for her as soon as he wakes up in the morning. He gets a kick out of playing with her, and I can't help but laugh when I watch them play together. More often than not these days, he's attempting to terrorize her by knocking her toys over or taking her doll and running away with it, but she just goes with it...and they have fun!
Just like with Bailey, I cannot wait to watch this little guy grow. And I'm so lucky that I get to do just that.
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