Sometimes I wonder why I buy toys. She doesn't need them. We just need to sort thru the trash can every so often. There are tons of "buried treasures" in there.
Today we ate lunch at Panera Bread. (Tasty stuff there, by the way...but I can never decide what I want, so I always end up getting their "You Choose Two" option - works out better for me!) Anyway....I digress! We got our food, and Brian said, "Melanie - will you pray for us?" Normally at home, this means a nice quiet singing of "God Our Father" (sung to the tune of "Are You Sleeping"), and then on we go to the eating of the food. Not so today. Today, my little angel folded her hands, closed her eyes, and belted out the song at the top of her not-so-little lungs. And I mean it was LOUD! You could have heard a pin drop in that restaurant...everyone got all quiet. And this isn't a little hole in the wall place - this is a nice, big, crowded restaurant. Brian and I sat there with our eyes wide open looking at each other - not sure whether to shush her, or to just go with the flow. We floated. What else can you do? But boy, it was hard not to laugh!!
We had pasta the other night, and I asked her if she wanted some parmesan. Her response:
"Who's a John?"
I almost spit drink out of my nose.
She's turning into quite the little card. She knows she's funny. She also knows she's sassy, although she's starting to show sincere remorse for things. Those moments are few and far between still. Age three is not as easy as I thought that it would be.
But she sure does look pretty cute in the hats, doesn't she?
We're only 4 days shy of having her for an entire year now. It doesn't seem possible. I can't really remember what life was like before she came home. It seems like she has always been ours. I guess she always has been, we just didn't know it yet...
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