I love these little faces more than I am capable of saying.Eh. It's no matter though...since usually I bypass words and just gather them in my arms and smother them with kisses and neck-nuzzles and belly zerbits.
I love me some cute little girls.
But even more than their outward beauty (which I happen to think is pretty stinkin' gorgeous) are their cute, quirky ways... the things that make them who they are now in this stage of their lives.
the things they say. the way they smile or laugh. the way they think. ...did I mention the things they say?
But as much as I love love love those things about each of them...as much as I marvel in their cute sayings and adorable personalities, I'm fairly certain one day I'll forget.
Considering I have to pause and think when people ask me "What's her name?" *groan*
So that said, I want to document some of what's been going around my busy, busy house recently...
Raegan (25 months) is a ball of energy. You can be in a room full of people and she is the one they end up being drawn to. her zeal. her laugh. her love of people.
She is a passionate little lady, that one!
one that happens to have puppy dog eyes
that make her pout so irresistible. (This picture was not staged. I wanted to take a pic of her and this is what she decided to do at the last minute. She continued to do it all day.)
It's not always the easiest thing to say "no" to that face. at least with a straight-face.
Every night as Jet is tucking the three girls in, she and Daddy sing the three songs that he made up for the oldest girls. If he forgets, she'll start singing.
She is passionate about her sisters, especially Lani. She can be mad, but when she sees lil' Lani, she smiles and talks babytalk. But as soon as she's reminded that she's mad (ie. when she looks at me or Jet), she's back to being mad.
We're still looking for that On/Off button!
But that passionate spirit isn't all challenging. She loves worship...singing and raising her hands and dancing.
So much goes on in that little head of hers.
Selah (4 1/2 years) is a deep thinker. a little girl who notices more than I give her credit for.
She listens in on Charis's school time. picking up concepts and facts to the point that when I review with Charis, Selah is usually the one that remembers the answer.
It's funny to me because at home she is THE loudest child. I am constantly having to ask her to stop yelling (her normal decibel is obnoxiously louder than most). Yet most people think she hardly ever talks.
But I think that's because she doesn't call people "friend" easily. But then when she does, she is the most loving little girl. Slow to befriend. but faithful to the end.
That said, she is fiercely loyal to her sisters. If she perceives someone is picking on her sisters, she's the one that will make sure justice is carried out.
She hates scary things, even something so "small" as the bad people in Disney movies. She makes sure that we fast forward those parts of the movies, but asks to see the part where justice is served.
Like where the wicked Disney people are killed.
I'm curious to see how this trait will mature over the years. Will she root for the underdog?
She wants to be a fireman. because they have a place to sleep and a place to hang their clothes. She's all about feeling secure as far as shelter and comfort are concerned. to the point that she's repeatedly told us that she'll come and spend nights with us when she's married...if that's okay with us. ;)
I have no idea what I did to this picture. but I kind of like it. It shows the absolute JOY that Charis walks around with on a daily basis.
This girl is pure and selfless and optimistic and the most caring person I know. She sincerely loves people. All people regardless of whether they're deserving of her affections or not.
She's the first to forgive. the first to apologize. the first to put the other person before her own needs.
My little Lani (almost 7 months old) is a constant bubble of laughter.
and she watches her sisters like a hawk. trying to interact with them. kicking her little chubby legs as hard as she can in attempts to get closer to them.
Though recently, she's started to roll across the floor to where they are. Unfortunately, she isn't always capable of making her body go in the desired direction.
At her last doctor's appointment, she was 16lbs 10 oz...and 25.5 inches. Effectively putting her in the 50% for weight. and 75% for height. The doctor called her a perfect little "Gerber Baby".
She's tried to say Dada. But not because she yet recognizes Jet for being the daddy...but because she's babbling, trying hard to communicate.
Background:
Charis (6.5 years) is a deep thinkers...only she does her thinking out loud, as opposed to Selah who I can tell does a lot of internal figuring.
Recently she's been intrigued by all things Marriage. Who she'll marry. What 'monkey business' means (courtesy of Little House on the Prairie). Whether or not Daddy and I kiss at night. How the person performing the sonogram can tell if it's a boy or a girl.
And though she seems to be hot on the trail of the big question "Where do babies come from?" she's yet to brooch that subject.
Chairs (6): "Mommy, did you and Daddy go on a honeymoon?"
Me (thinking, "here we go again!"): Uh-huh. We did.
Charis: What is a honeymoon?
Me: Well, it's where the bride and groom go after they get married. Where did you hear about one? (totally thinking she'd say Little house on the Prairie due to the other uh...educational issues the show has surprisingly brought up)
Charis: The Berenstein Bears. Will I go on one too?
Me: I'd imagine so. (the B.Bears? really?)
Charis: I don't know that I want to push out a baby...
Uh, right. So obviously she's connected honeymoons to having babies. I'm telling you, one day soon...
Selah is running around acting generally crazy when she says, "See how good I am at acting like a dog?"
I see.
Selah: I can pant. (she proceeds to show me). I can bark (again, acting it out). I can run around in circles.
Then she stops mid stride and sadly sits down, "but I can't lick my hiney all the way."
I thank my God every day for the small things in life. Like having a child who is not flexible enough to mimic that lovely little doggy-trait.
Me: Do you know Mommy loves you?Raegan: yes.
Me: Do you know I think you're funny?
Raegan: yes
Me: Do you know I think you're pretty?
Raegan: yes
Me: Do you know I think you're smart.
Raegan: Yes.
Me: Do you know that I think you're sweet?
Raegan, stops and thinks a moment: No.
We pride ourselves on being truthful in this home. *tease*
