This past weekend Mason and Ben went camping so that left Boo and I at home. We declared it a girls weekend!
We went to the Bounce house & Yogurt mountain. We went shopping and stayed up to late…. We had so much fun together ..:)
This afternoon Chicken had his cousin over to play. This left Boo a little in the cold when they were doing “boy things” as she put it. They did play with her but she got bored when they refused to play house and she came to find me.
“Can we feed Baby Alive?” she asked. Sighing I agreed.. Feeding Baby Alive is such a chore and I end up doing all the work. So Boo got all the stuff the juice and the food and we mixed it up and she was ready to go.
She carefully fed her about 4 bites then wanted to know if she had pooped. Let’s check she said the secret is Boo only wants to feed her so she can change her diaper. I told her we needed to feed her all the food if she was going to poop. After a bit Boo said ” this is hard work”. I told her yes babies are hard work.. She finally got to check her diaper and she threw it away and then she left.
I had to clean out poor Baby Alive. What the box fails to tell you is every time you feed her afterwards you have to clean her out with water to get all the baby food out. Well when I picked up Baby alive to clean her she threw up all over the floor. I am not kidding! They make these dolls to life like now. So I was left diapering and dressing the poor Baby alive while her mommy was off playing. Sigh…
It had a happy ending though. Boo came back and they had a tea party a non messy tea party and that was fine by me.
Boo loves to curl up after getting out of the bathtub to dry. Leighton kept pacing in and out of the bathroom. She could not understand why Boo was on the floor.
I think she was trying to figure out if something was wrong with her. So when she couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong she decided to join her.
Last week we went to the park with our church’s playgroup. When it was time to leave Boo was walking with her friend Landon to the car and they were holding hands. It was too sweet!
So of course I had to take lots of pictures. Good black mail for when they are teenagers. =-)
It’s no secret that on Saturdays we are uber lazy. We lay around in our pajamas until noon. The Chickens enjoy their daddy being home. I enjoy them bugging him instead of me.
I was sitting at the breakfast table enjoying a cup of coffee by myself when Boo comes in and asks to play one of her favorite games she calls It the “restaurant game”. It consists of her pretending she is a customer at a restaurant.
This mornings special was coffee {apple juice} and Hershey’s speckled eggs.
I would say the customer was satisfied with what was served:)
What can I say about Boo. She is her own person. She is a southpaw and quite the little artist like her daddy. She loves drawing people her current fascination is the face she will draw huge eyes complete with pupils. She can entertain herself for hours on end with one little doll or nothing at all. I have seen her play “house” with just her fingers being the people while she is waiting.
She is very girly except when it comes to eating. I have NEVER seen a messier eater not even her brother. She is serious about her food too. We will all be done eating and Boo will still be sitting at the table methodically eating. Not much can distract her from her food. She has been known to out eat her brother.
She loves her Churchy as she calls him. She will love on that cat but does not like him to sleep with her. Although he desperately wants too. He will stand outside her bedroom door sometimes and cry but shes adamant she does not want him in her room at night.
She is starting to be fiercely independent she wants to do everything herself. Which makes me sad because my baby is growing up. She loves baby dolls and playing house but you can tell she has an older brother because she can wield a sword with the best of em.
She’s our Boo and we love her.
Boo and I being silly and making faces…
It’s fun having a sidekick…. =-)
This was one of the questions Boo asked me last night when I went in to kiss her goodnight. She loves to sit and “talk” before she goes to bed… As I mentioned yesterday I want to teach the Chickens the true meaning of Christmas. So I was asking Boo who’s birthday we celebrate at Christmas?
She said,” Abbi?” We just celebrated her cousins birthday last week.
I told her no I said it’s Jesus birthday. So we talked about that and how Jesus can come in your heart if you ask him too.
And then she said, ” Well God came out of my heart. He had to go to Ingles and get milk and eggs and chicken for Jesus because he is hungry.”
I tried not to laugh because she was serious. That is when she asked does God have babies? I said that he has one son Jesus. She seemed satisfied with that answer.
Then she asked, ” Does Jesus like his birthday candles?”
When I found out I was pregnant with our first child. Ben and I both wanted a girl so bad that when we went for our ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby we only had girl names picked out. I remember asking Ben why he wasn’t suggesting any boy names. He said because it’s gonna be a girl.
But our Chicken was not shy and we quickly found out we were having a boy. And just like that we were over the moon about having a boy.
So when I got pregnant the second time I was so in love with my little boy that I wanted another one. I did not want a girl. In my mind I had no clue how to raise a little girl. Girls were full of drama and whiny and high maintenance. Why would I want to deal with that?
But when we went for our ultrasound, it was a girl. Funny how whatever you get ends up being exactly what you want.
From the moment Boo came out we had a special connection. I got to hold her as soon as she came out, with Chicken I had to wait a good twenty minutes before I got to hold him because they were busy sewing me up. But with Boo I remember telling the doctor please don’t put her on my stomach after she comes out. I had watched all The Baby Story shows on TLC and seen them put the bloody baby right on the mother’s tummy so she could hold it right away.
The thought of all the blood and other stuff was gross to me because Chicken was all wiped down and bundled up when I got to hold him the first time. So I was comparing it to that. I wanted my little girl to be all clean and swaddled the first time I held her.
But when she came out what did the doctor do? She put her right on my tummy and I remember thinking ewww.
But then she cried… and all of a sudden it didn’t matter that she was bloody and not swaddled. She was my baby and I loved her instantly! It’s a feeling and a love that you can’t even describe.
And having a girl has been so much fun. We giggle about stuff now that she talks and we love to snuggle. It’s so much fun to have another little person that likes things that you like. Who likes the color pink and does not feel the need to wrestle all the time.
I love Chicken to death, but there is just something about little girls.
