So cute! This girl is something else! If you cannot tell from the picture - she is wild. Wild may be an understatement. She is ornery. She is also fun. The hardest part is not laughing. I can't help it sometimes. Why is it that when they are one it is very funny, but if they do the same thing at three it is not funny?
Audrey is bound and determined to annoy her brother. And to Alex's credit all he wants to do is hug his sister and play with his/her toys. His/Her toys because he has claimed every toy in the house to be his. And thanks to Grandpa S. he is becoming the pro at trading. I see Wall Street in his future. Audrey likes to go up to Alex and hit him. She hits him and the waits to see his reaction, all while smiling. She doesn't hit him hard. To me it looks more like a love tap, but to Alex it is as if she has hit him as hard as she possibly could. Great drama for anyone who is interested. Audrey also tries to do anything and everything that Alex is doing. She has commandeered his 4 wheeler from Alex's Aunt Trish and Uncle Jason. In fact, she rides it more than he does. It could be because she pushes him out of the way. We call her "Baby Godzilla" because she stomps and growls her way into Alex's room and destroys each train track that he has built. Sometimes we catch her before the destruction commences but most times she is successful. It is amazing how different the two of them are. I enjoy it.
Audrey is pretty much running now. She isn't good at it yet, but nonetheless, running. She loves to chase Alex and vice versa. She doesn't sit still for a minute. Unless you count when she is sleeping but even then she has characteristics of a fish flopping on dry land. Audrey can tell you what a cow, dog, pig, lion, sheep, rooster, and elephant say. Her imitation of a sheep is most impressive - sounds much like a growling, angry sheep. She says, "Mommy!" all of the time. And "Pop-pop". She said "fish" tonight. There are many other words jumbled in her gibberish but so often the words are strung together in such fashion that it is almost impossible to make out. At least she knows what she is saying. She loves food. She loves meatballs. Whoever heard of a baby loving meatballs?! She is just amazing.
Alex is getting bigger and bigger. And he never fails to let us know this. One day he will grow so big he will be a giant - so he says. He says, "Let I sit here, mommy." He has just begun to tell Audrey to get out of his business. I am not sure where he got that from - really -I don't know. He is funny - he plays with his green turtle 'inja from Old MacDonald's (ninja from McDonald's) and tonight he had awful fries (waffle fries) from Chick-fil-a. He is always coming up to me and giving me a hug and telling me that he loves me. OOOOOHHHHH - I love it.
Tonight we went to Lowe's and got some stickers for the bathtub to prevent slipping since Ms. Audrey will not sit down in the bath. We were going to get the colorful fish stickers but Alex decided that he really wanted the ducks. I told him that I preferred the fish but we could get the ducks. Before we left he asked that we go get the fish because he wanted me to be happy. The daddy said I misinterpreted the boy by thinking he thought I was upset. The daddy interpreted it as the boy wanting to make the mommy happy. All I know is that I wanted to cry. Either way.
Alex does have his moments too. Don't let him fool you. His biggest thing now is "but..." and "Why?" I now understand why my mom and dad said, "Because I said so." You can only have so many answers to the “why” question before you run out of answers and all that is left is “because I said so.” Plus it is easier than having to give a lengthy explanation to a three year old who finds it wholly acceptable to run outside naked in the freezing rain. I use the “Because I said so.” Tactic. The daddy’s prefers a different tactic - diversion: “Look kids, a gorilla!” Ah, but I love it. I know, I mentioned that before. Who would have thought?!
The kids are sleeping. I think I should sleep too.
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