My sweet Brea. I don't know if any other word could possibly describe you better. I might start all my posts with that, but it is the most accurate definition of you. Ultimately, you are so thoughtful and sweet I can't even grasp it! You're all the things I wish I could be... you share your best toys, your best ice cream, jelly beans, presents with me, daddy and Bryn. You think of our needs and try to meet them. You are sweet beyond your years. You have moments where you don't want to share, but ultimately, you do nice things for other people.
You are asking some pretty in depth questions lately, like what are cocoons, and why doesn't lightning happen when it's not rainy or dark skies... You have a great memory, and will pick up on things I thought would be over your head. But you will think about them for awhile, and at a later time you'll pull out a word I said and use it in a sentence. Iit doesn't always make sense... and sometimes you'll say a big long mumble with a few big words in it-almost like you're babbling again! But you'll expect an answer or say, "right, mom?" You have been on a time thing lately, for awhile it was about the hour, and now it revolves around mealtimes or last night, this morning, yesterday, tomorrow... It's the funniest that you don't quite get it right... We'll be eating lunch and you'll say what a great dinner it is (that would be your peanut butter and jelly sandwhich...) Or you'll talk about something that happened at any point in the past as "last night". It's just that you're so serious, and adult like in your conversasions that I get a kick out of it! The last few days you've talked about how I woke you up in the middle of the night "last night" to see the lightning storm. It really happened a week ago, but it cracks me up. You're learning so much and trying to use it all!
We've been playing outside the last few days because the weather has been amazing. You ride your tricycle and Bryn will push her stroller around. There's a few other girls who have been out there, one is Lily, she's 5, and the other two are twins and I think about 8ish. Anyway, they ride their bikes around, and asked you to play. At first you pretended to be shy, but after we "learned" their names (which we forgot instantly) you were like, "Okay girls! Let's go!" and you took off on your bike and they all followed you, like a bunch of swaggering turtles trying not to fall off their bikes because it was so slow. They let you lead for about 2 laps around the common area before they sort of dispersed and got off their bikes. I was surprised at how you took charge and the way you spoke to them. You were a bit bossy and were talking to them like you were all grown up! At times I was a little weirded out, like I didn't know this side of you! Then you ran off to go see "your" puppy at the end of the grass and the girls took charge of Bryn. Funny, funny! The way you change!
You still love to snuggle and I can curl you up and you just fit in my arms perfectly. Like you haven't grown at all. You look at me with such adoration, and reach up to stroke my face. Then you crinkle your nose, kind of like your Great Grandma Huddleston did (maybe I do it too?) and give me a puppy dog kiss (rub noses). Sometimes I feel like you soothe my soul, you show me love so tenderly, so thoughtfully. You mean it. I can't explain it, you just know how to show your love. And speak it too. You speak such kind words to me, daddy and Bryn. At night in Bryn's room, you'll start her mobile while I lay Bryn in her crib and then you wait for me to leave her room first and as you close her door you say, "Goodnight Bryn. Love you, Sweet Dreams. Both of you." (I don't know who else you mean, but EVERY night you say those words and close her door quietly. When she cries at night, or in the morning you'll sing her songs. You talk to her and soothe her. She adores you. You ask, "Mommy, can I hold my sister?" or, "my Bryn?" Sometimes I'll have you go potty as I lay Bryn down, and you'll say, "don't forget to turn Bryn's music on, okay?" And then you'll meet me at the door to close it and offer your well wishes.
You're imagination is growing, and you're a different character each day. It's either Melman from Madagascar or Bambi, but you switch it up daily. Somehow you don't forget who you are, even though the only thing that seems to change is your name. You don't move like a giraffe or deer, "talk" like them or anything. I manage to forget your "name" by the second it seems. I never realized how often I said your name until I got, "Gloria!" (oh... that's me, the hippo...) "my name's not BREA, it's MEL-MAN, okay??" You'd think I'd get it right!
We've been hanging out with your preschool friends more often the last couple weeks, and you seem to really enjoy them. I'm not surprised at your friendliness, but I am surprised at how un-shy you're starting to become. I've always known it was a fake shy, an act if you will, but you don't usually snap out of it if I'm around and it's a new place. Anyway, we were at the arboretum with your preschool friends, and at one point we stopped for a kindermusik show, where all the kids interact and "fly" like birds, twirl, dance, and sing. You went right up to another little girl we didn't know and held her hand and played ring around the rosies with her. You called her "my friend" the whole time. It was cute.
You've been doing some pretty daredevilish stuff lately... Like climbing up on Bryn's crib and jumping onto the "ball-less ball pit." You aren't as afraid of water anymore. Tonight we went in the spa and you would put your face under the water and hold your breath when we asked. Not a whole bunch, but you're getting better. You jumped off the side without a fight this time. Fun! You like jumproping, although you really just jump over a stationary rope. I want to get a hopscotch drawn for us out front, I think you'd have fun with that now. We tried skating, but that only lasted a few minutes before you were bored. I basically held you and pushed you forward, so I wasn't upset for that to be over.
School's going great, your teachers adore you! Mrs. Theresa can't get enough of you. Lately you've been falling asleep there, and it's so sweet. Bryn will crawl over you to wake you up and then you'll just hug her neck until she can't breathe and manages to push you away- lovingly of course ;) ha! On the way home you'll ask, "how was your day, mommy?" Oh, so sweet! Sometimes you're talkative and will answer questions about your day, but other times you need a bit of a rest in your room before you want to hang out. You are so proud of the pictures and crafts you make, and tell everyone that you made it just for them! It makes a person feel good, even if you made if for everyone! You always want people to feel happy! You don't really fall asleep at home for naps on a regular basis. You still need your time alone, and you play in your room contetedly- though sometimes destructively... Sometimes you'll finally crash at 4, when it's too late to go to sleep... Oh well. You dress yourself entirely, and even pick out your clothes sometimes. We're trying to be better about cleaning up, and though you're good at putting things where they belong, you don't always clean up after yourself. Me and daddy aren't very good at that either...
I just am amazed by you. Your love and tenderness are so honest and genuine. It's really like you connect, like you look deep into my eyes and really mean the sweet things that you say. I just can't explain it right. I am in love with you, you are a great daughter, with an amazing spirit and love for life. You want to do good for others, and you want to please. My baby, I would be pleased with you no matter what you do! God's love shines right through you, and you have an amazing gift!
I love you,
Mommy (or Gloria )
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