On the way home from church we passed the
temple, she started babbling about getting married when she gets bigger. (It should be noted she's going to marry a daddy---hasn't figured out her's is taken yet but that's another story.) Anyway, babbling, when we hear "...I'm going to wear a white dress and clicky shoes...(pause with a big contented sigh)..."
Also in the car, out of the blue, or out of the babble more appropriately, we hear "...Santa's going to bring me a great big stereo!" and then throws her arms in the air either inexcitement or to show "great big" I'm not sure. Jared and I look at eachother, "stereo?" How does she know the word stereo? All we could attribute it to are books and movies. Ahhh the power of media. Then she starts bonking Isaac in the face and he's wailing. She kinda shrugs and says, "This is my brother Isaac. He cries a lot." And continues with bonking. Finally I say "That's it, Natalie. If you keep bonking him Santa's not going to bring you that stereo." Ahhh the power of Santa. Ha!
This morning Natalie "tooted"(barely a squeak) and she looked up at me and said, "Hey, did you here that? It was tiny, like Isaac."
Whenever we tell her something she doesn't like, such as time for bed or finish your milk, she says, "Hey! Be nice to me!"
Lastly, there's a new part to our bedtime routine: tip toe into her room and gingerly remove the book from it's fallen position on her face, turn off lantern/flashlight, gaze for a moment at her peaceful, angelic face and marvel how it can look so angelic because we know the real truth.