I'm beginning to think this is going to have to become a weekly installment. Girl makes us laugh so hard every day. She's like a miniature grown up. And I love the honesty in everything she says. It's usually so funny, but also so sweet.
Put your belt seat on Mommy!
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Welcome to my house!
{referring to an old historic home in the Great Smokies that she claimed as her own}
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{when waking up and finding that Daddy hadn't yet
left to take his early morning pictures in the Great Smokies}
Daddy's still here!
{he subseqently stayed because of that sweet little sleepy comment}
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{instead of napping, she tries to get anyone to come hang out with her by yelling...
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy or Daddy?! Mom??!!! ..... Lydia?
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy or Daddy?! Mom??!!! ..... Lydia?
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These {mini Reeses} are tiny like Lydia! Ooooohhh!
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Oh! I need my biolin!
{a raquetball raquet that she uses as a guitar while singing Do-Ray-Me like Maria}
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Mommy! I need a dress like dem!
{the girls in the Sound of Music}
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I need a new dipe. I not seen so many pees.
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{after I ask her if she can roll a ball out of play dough}
I can't. My hands are too leeetle.
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When Lydia gets big she can sit by me and play.
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When Lydia gets big she can sit by me and play.
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{while looking at the dry river bed near Little Cottonwood Canyon}
Ohhhh. Look! The rocks are snuggling together!
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{while Jess assaults her with kisses}
Don't Daddy! It scratches! Make it go away!
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{after I explain to her that Mommy & Daddy need a
special card [recommend] so we can go in the temple}
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Me: Who does Jesus love?
Belle: Me...and Daddy...
Me: And?
Belle: And Mommy...and Lydia...
Me: And?
Belle: ...and...the bishop!!
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Jess: Do you want to go to Wal Mart or Target?
Belle: The red store.
{Jess pulls into Target's parking lot.}
Belle: No, this is the wrong store. This is the red Target. I want to go to the blue Target.
{Jess drives to Wal Mart.}
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Me: Boo, it's time for bed.
Belle: No, Mommy! I'm snuggling with Daddddyyyy!
Me: Nope, time for bed Missy.
Belle: Weeellllll...I'm stuck in Daddy's arms.
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