First of all, please excuse my mess. This corner has become our dumping grounds, but I have since cleaned it off. :)
Brooke is a sweet and cuddly little girl. She loves to be with me - all the time. It makes it hard to accomplish a lot some most days, but I am her favorite person in the world right now. Sorry, Daddy. I know this won't last long so I try to cherish it when I can. She's two years old and still likes to be rocked to sleep. And I do it. My other girls wanted their bed, so to have a little one who wants to be snuggled at night is such a pleasure. After we pray she always requests me to sing "Jesus Loves Me," "You Are My Sunshine," and "The B-I-B-L-E." All three songs must be sung before every nap and before bedtime. Sometimes she will even join in and sing with me. What could be more precious than a two year old singing "Jesus Loves Me?" All that to say that she is also a little stinker. She walks around the house talking about "cow poop" (and I have NO idea where that came from), spitting when she doesn't get her way, and getting into everything she possibly can. She is always two steps ahead of me when it comes to destruction. I was at the computer the other day and it was quiet. Too quiet. I walked into the kitchen to find that she had pulled a chair up to the counter, climbed onto of the cabinets, and reached up to grab herself some Valentine's Day candy. Since then I have found her on the counter two more times. I have no doubt that if I ever have to make an ER trip due to injuries she will be the one I am taking. STINKER! But, at the end of the day, when she is snuggled in my arms falling asleep, all is forgiven. I will cherish these moments as best I can, and I refuse to feel guilty that I spend time rocking my two year old to sleep on a regular basis. She wants it, and so do I.























