Bucket

V delights me more and more every day. She is my little chatter box at home and talks all day long. I love it. She loves helping out around the house. She loves to take the dirty clothes hamper and empty it into the dryer for me. I brag that my 2 year old already does laundry for her momma! She also loves to sweep for me, and is always sure to wipe off the table after she eats. Matthew has been asking me to get the book, "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie" for her for awhile now because it is SO Verity. She will ask for a cookie, and then ask for milk, then when you give her milk she asks for a "towely." When she asks for a book, she has to have a blanket with that, and then her purple with that. She is a child of ritual for sure. She sleeps with 4 different dolls, a Teddy and Edgar Dog, and 6 different blankets. If any of those 12 loveys are missing, she knows exactly which one is and will not sleep until it is found. I think she is gonna make a great mommy of a large family someday. :) She loves all 12 equally and knows exactly where each one is at all times. She also loves books, and has her favorite ones memorized. She now reads them to Rooney, which is the cutest thing to watch. She also has the sweetest heart. She hears G cry and she runs to give her a toy. If G still is crying, she will run and give her another one, and another, and another until she stops. She is a Papa's girl. Every night we kneel down for bedtime prayers and I tell the girls to pick something to thank Jesus for that day. Every night V yells, "PAPA!!" and then Rooney always yells, "Dada!!" She loves to talk on the phone and say, "Love you!" to whoever I am talking to. Last night I was one the phone with a saleslady and V came up to me and said, "say love you Grandma." I told her that it wasn't grandma on the phone, it was a salesperson. She goes, "Say love you salesperson!"

One of our favorite "games" to play is when I go,"Hawthorne, I just can't stand it any longer. I cannot STAND how stinkin' cute you are! I can't STAND how much I love you! I have to eat you up RIGHT NOW!" She squeals and runs and finds a place to hide, then yells from her hiding place, "Mommy never find us!!" After I find her I smother her with kisses, then she asks for more and we do it all over again.

She calls herself, "Verity Vleck" from "The Sleep Book" that Daddy reads her. I was putting a hat on G this morning and she goes, "No! That one is Verity Vleck's hat!"