Brynlee keeps changing her name on me. She will change her clothes or an accessory, like her shoes, or she will come out with a bracelet on and then inform me that Brynlee is gone. Her name is usually something like, Flowers, Rosie, Curly, Bowly, Hearltly, Princess Alora, Belle, or something girly like that. If I try to call her Brynlee I get in trouble and a reminder of her new name. It is hard to keep track of what to call her these days. Most of the time when she has a new identity, she doesn't have a mom or a dad. Sometimes she tries to adopt herself into my family but as long as she is going by a different name, she calls me Melissa and her dad Joel.
A while ago I gathered up a whole bunch of baby clothes that I didn't want anymore with the intention of giving them to my sister Heather. She is going to have a little girl in April. Brynlee found the bag of clothes and she kept getting into them and trying them on. A few times the clothes she put on were so tight that she couldn't get them off.
"Stay out of those clothes," I told her. "Those are for Heather's baby."
"It's all right mom," She assured me. "Heather wont know. Plus I don't think Heather has a baby at her house yet."
Me: "Brynlee how come you changed your clothes again?"
Brynlee: "Mom, my hair was not looking fabulous. I tried to fix it in the bathroom and then I got my clothes all wet!"
"What do you think?" Heather asked.
"I look, FANTASTICALLY PERFECT!" Brynlee shouted"
Brynlee was fixing my hair for me the other day and she was commenting about how long it it.
Me: "Do you think I should cut it?"
Brynlee: "Mom, I don't want you to look like dad."
Me: "No, I wouldn't cut it that short."
Brynlee: "Ok, I can cut it for you. Let me go get my scissors."
Me: "No, No, No, No No. You have to go to hair school and learn how to cut hair if you want to give someone a haircut."
Brynlee: "Awwww, Mom, Come On!"
Trying to use the bathroom by myself at this house has been a real challenge these last few years. We really need to fix the lock. I have been trying to teach Brynlee that I need privacy in there. A lot of the times she will walk in the door and beg for a hug and a kiss. The other day I tried to take a shower while Joel was watching the kids. All of a sudden Brynlee walked in completely naked and tried to sneak in the bathtub. I told her to go away and she said...
B: "It's ok mom. I am not going to look at you. And I wont laugh."
M: "You still need to get out of here."
B: "Don't worry mom. I am naked too, see."
Joel had to come and get Brynlee out for me. Brynlee was very sad that she couldn't take a shower with me. Another time as I was walking to go to the bathroom Brynlee ran up and tried to help me pull down my pants. The joys of parenting.
Brynlee has been pretending to be pregnant like me all the time lately. She just stuffs a baby in her shirt. It is almost always a girl baby and she walks around like that until she decides it is time for her baby to come out. The other day we had this conversation when Brynlee walked into the living room with something stuffed in her shirt.
Brynlee: "Look mom. I am going to have a baby. It has been in there for a long time. It was in there for five day. My baby is going to come out tomorrow. Do you want to know what kind of a baby I am going to have?"
Me: "What kind of baby is it?"
This is when Brynlee pulled her baby out and said...
Brynlee: "It's a Horse Baby! Do you want to see it? She is so cute."
Joel had to give a talk at church yesterday. Brynlee was sitting by me when she turned around and starting staring at an older couple that was sitting a few rows behind us. Then she turned to me and said, not all that quietly.
Brynlee: "Look mom, I see a bad Lady."
Me: "Shhh, What do you mean."
Brynlee: "Yeah. look mom, it Is a bad lady."
Me: "Brynlee don't say that."
Brynlee: "Yeah, and she is sitting by the bad man."
I think Brynlee has seen too many disney movies where the villain has long black hair. My mom was sitting next to me and she just started laughing.
Brynlee has been doing a great job at keeping her room clean. She makes sure to pick up all her toys before bed each night. Lately she has been playing a lot in Annalyn's room and making big messes in there that she wont pick up. The other day I asked her why she made such a big mess in her sister's room and she was quick to tell me, "mom, I don't want My room to be messy."
I sure do love this girl.































































