I was excited to see a quick interest in this blog. I got excited so I had to write my second entry today.
If you ask one of my three siblings, or my dad, maybe my husband (maybe not) they will all tell you that I can be, well, a little over dramatic. This wonderful character trait did not go anywhere once I became a mom, and it rubbed off to my wonder daughters. Although Evangeline (my three year old) is a spitting image of my gorgeous husband, and pretty much acts exactly like him, she tends to be a little over dramatic. As a surprise to his little princesses my husband brought home two brand new princess crowns. Evangeline's had flower shaped pink jewels, pink feathers across the rim, and to top it off, it was covered with pink glitter. Getting Evangeline a three dollar princess crown from Wal-Mart gets about the same reaction as getting your 16-year-old a brand new convertible. I heard about the crown that daddy got her for weeks. She did not want to go anywhere without wearing it, or at least knowing where it was. A couple days ago daddy quickly went from super hero to super zero, when he stepped on the crown and causing it to be unwearable. Her first reaction was "it's okay daddy, you can get me a new one tomorrow." Tomorrow came around and we were unable to make it to the store to get a new crown. She decided that daddy was not going to get away with this terrible act so easily. "Daddy," she said in her firm voice "you made a bad choice, you stepped on my crown. Now, you are going to have to go to time out now for breaking my crown." She grabbed his hand and lead him into the hallway. she pointed to a spot in the floor and told him to stand there. Alternating her hands on her hips, to folding them across her chest she asked if he knew why he was in timeout. Luke smiled and answered (I think he hoped he could get out of having to buy a new one). She said "okay, daddy, now you are in time out for breaking my crown. Don't break my crown anymore. You can buy me a new pink crown tomorrow." I guess you can find us at Wal-Mart at some point tomorrow.
And my two year old is a whole other story. Noel brings "bossy" to a whole new level. Her favorite word in "now". She says it after everything, even if it makes no sense. For an example, my brother was over and asked her "Noel are you awesome?" she stuck out her lips as far as they can go and lowered her eyebrows and pointing at him, and said "I am awesome, NOW". I know she does it for attention, but she bosses everyone around; mommy, daddy, sister, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, grandparent's dog, doll babies, her brother (who is still in my tummy) and even the flowers if they aren't growing fast enough. The bad thing is that it is so hard not to laugh at her, she is just so cute even though I know she is being a toot. I try to not let her see me smile, and I try to keep a straight face, I know she is just like me. Noel is always good for a laugh, but man, she makes me so tired.
That is all for tonight but I am sure there will be many stories to come soon.
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