The other night, Anne spent the evening with Brian. She was so excited to have “Daddy Time” as Joe and I were going out to Mercy Ministries. They did all the things that are fun to do with Dad – they went for a walk and played in the snow and then they came home and ate their supper sitting on top of the counters.
She was sitting beside him as they shared some tortilla chips. He’s say “chip!” and she’d take one for herself and then hand one to him.
She wrapped herself around his leg, leaned over and put her head on his lap. And then she patted his leg and said tenderly ”Daddy, I’m so proud of you.”
Brian was dumbfounded.
“You’re proud of me?”
“Yeah. So proud of you.”
“Thanks, Small Girl. I’m proud of you, too. Did you mean to say ‘I love you’?”
“Yeah. Love you. And I’m so proud of you.”
We left Blankie at home today. We figured she was okay to handle church without her beloved little scrap of a blanket.
But when we got home, she raced in the door and flung herself on her Blankie. She then held it close to her neck, turned slowly in circles, and crooned over and over ”I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.”
She’s started this funny way of saying “pizza”. She gets a very low voice and positively growls PEEEEEEET-ZAAAAAAAA! It’s hysterical.
What do you want for supper?
PEEEEEEEEEET-ZAAAAAAAA!
