At church this evening Andrea overheard one of Clara’s friends asking her, “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” Clara thought for a moment and then replied confidently, “I would be holding an ice cream cone.”
Clara just came downstairs after having been put in bed for the night to complain because she accidentally zipped her pajamas up and pinched her neck a little bit while laying in bed. She was mostly frustrated because she apparently has other owies that she is already dealing with. She claimed, “I’m okay having owies, but I only want one owie at a time. I don’t want four, or six, or seven. Just one… maybe two owies.”
“Thank you for the water Clara.” “You’re welcome.” “Where did you get the glass?” “From the dishwasher.” “Are the dishes clean in the dishwasher?” “Yes. Well, some are. Some are not. That glass was clean.” “Oh… Thanks.” *Little girl waits patiently for me to take a drink*
We have a bouquet of balloons that is no longer strong enough to lift itself off the floor. I was going to get rid of it the other day, but I’m glad I didn’t, because Lydia was just having a great time riding it all over the house like a horse. But then she wanted to get off of the balloon pile and couldn’t and ended up having a not so great time continuing to ride it around the house, and well, this was also fantastic.
I carried Clara upstairs to bed last night. I told her it was my last time ever to carry her up the stairs as a 3 year old. As I pretended to struggled to the top of the steps I asked her what it felt like to be almost 4 years old. She thought for moment and then said, “Heavy.” As I laid her in bed she looked up with a surprised look on her face. “I think I can feel my legs getting longer!” The funny thing is, I don’t doubt that it’s true. If she grows up so fast that I can feel it, I can only imagine what it feels like for her. Happy Birthday Clara Joy.
I noticed Clara bragging about her necklace today. I had to correct her. It took a while to explain the difference between, “Look at my pretty necklace. It was made by some African ladies.” and “Look at my pretty necklace. It was made from some African ladies.”