let's talk about brooklyn

brooklyn's pretty amazing.  

brooklyn's pretty and amazing.

this is brooklyn on her first day of kindergarten.  

more excited than any other person has ever been over something.

when i left her behind the first day, it wasn't a big deal.  her enthusiasm and readiness made it easy for me to walk out that door.  but then, the second day happened.

she jumped out of the car on that second morning with her big brother.  more than ready to be on the other side of this daily ritual.  instead of sending him off, she went with him.  proudly too.  

i choked a little on something as i watched her skip away.  then, gavin said "where sissy go?" over and over.  i choked a little more.  what on earth will i do when all three of them get out of the car together?  maybe by then, i'll be ready to do a little dance.  probably not though.

so, it's been an adjustment for all of us.  cayden has been a great big brother, showing her around like he owns the place.  gavin misses his playmate and i am trying to get used to getting up even earlier than before to make sure her hair is acceptable each day.  as for brooklyn, she's still adjusting to this every.single.day thing.  fun times.

in other news, brooklyn will turn 6 next month.  grandma and grandpa surprised her with a new bike as an early birthday present so she'd be able to enjoy it these last few weeks of summer.  she was content riding cayden's old diamond back but grandma didn't see it fit for such a cute girl to be riding around on a beat up boy bike. and so ...

it really is the cutest dang thing to see her pumping up the street on her banana bike with her hair flailing behind her.

my girl.

last of all, anyone who knows brooklyn knows she's notorious for some pretty crazy stories and she says some funny things.  i've been writing things down here and there.

so she'll never wonder why we call her coo-koo.  even gavin sings "coo-koo" to sissy.

for your enjoyment:

"mom, when did my skin grow?"

when you were inside my tummy

(sigh out) "i was really bored in there"

...

"mom, why don't you ever wear high heels like tryna?"

because i don't like to wear high heels

"you used to. what is that holiday when we eat the dead chicken and grandma makes her table big?"

thanksgiving?

"yeah, thanksgiving.  you wore high heels that day"

...

do you want me to braid your hair or leave it down?

"well, you should probably braid it because then it's not snarly when i wake up and i won't get food in it when i eat and it will still be kind of wet when i take it out and it's so much easier to brush after and the waves are so pretty.  yeah, you should braid it."

...

are you still talking to me or are you talking to yourself now?

"to myself"

...

(i overheard the boy i babysit ask her "where is your mom?")

"oh, she's upstairs cleaning because we're going to have a huge party and there are so many people coming and there is not room for their cars so they're going to walk here so you won't see any cars but we're setting up tons of tables."

brooklyn, are you telling him a story?

"you're upstairs cleaning, right?"

yes

"then no"

...

(i'm going to the bathroom with the door shut and she barges in panicking and yells)

"mom! cayden is not wearing any underwear again and i cannot reach gavin's lotion!!!"

(then she slams the door before i can respond)

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coo-koo

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