-If we could just sit on the couch and read books all day, Ellie would be okay with this. She can’t get enough of books right now. That makes this mama very proud.
-Harpeeee! <------Ellie's nickname for Harper. -No one can make Harper laugh like Ellie can. Also, no one can annoy Ellie like Harper can. Sisters are the best. -Fighting naps: I will milk the afternoon nap for as long as possible, but Ellie is starting, randomly, to take a stand against nap time. By bedtime, it’s obvious she still needs a nap, but it’s sometimes hard to convince her to sleep. -Resident artiste at the Graham house. Ellie would paint everyday if we’d let her. But I’m running out of room to hang up all the masterpieces so for Christmas everyone is getting an original Elliott painting. No refunds or exchanges available. -No matter how varied I made her meals as a baby, Ellie has turned into a lover of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. This is painful for me to admit. It seems like such a mom-failure. Peanut butter and jelly.
-My daughter has a smart mouth (maybe this is only shocking to me?). Once a week, I get a text from Chris referring to our daughter as an aghast-ridden fourteen year old. I can only imagine what fourteen will really be like.
–I love you too Mommy. Ellie has just recently started responding to “I love yous” with the same thing back. Until then she always said “thanks!” which is polite, but not very affectionate. This I-love-you-too-Mommy stuff is awesome.
-Giving. Ellie and I have been talking a lot about sharing with others (those we play with and those that we don’t know) and last weekend we were cleaning out toys that we were going to give to kids that didn’t have lots of toys like Ellie does/did. This went better than expected and she got to choose which ones to keep and which one to get rid of (and she picked a lot of the things I would have picked to donate–I was very impressed). As I was gathering the last bit of stuff out of her room, she brought Nose and Kick (her two beloved kitties that she sleeps with every night and would take with her everywhere if we let her) and said she wanted another kid to have them. There I was giving away her toys that she didn’t play with anymore, her leftovers, and my daughter wants to give away her most treasured items; the things that would hurt the most to part with. That little girl is teaching me some lessons.