"Mommai" and her "Cahggie"

I really need to write a post about Callie because that beautiful little girl is just growing by leaps and bounds everyday. I remember when she would learn one new thing a week and I would get all excited because I could blog about it, but now... she learns so much new stuff everyday that I can't even keep up. It's killing me because I can't stop her from growing up so fast. I need her to be my baby everyday for the rest of my life. I need to hear her little diaper crinkle when she comes flying in the bedroom in the morning wanting to lay under the blankets together. I'm going to miss her when she's 20 and not sleeping upstairs. Sometimes, I fight myself not to go wake her up at night so that we can hang out and chat. I love listening to the things she talks about and learning what she thinks is so important to her at this age. I want to be right next to her my whole life.

She is learning all about Santa Claus these days but still clings to the pumpkins from Halloween. She's got a radar for those left over pumpkins out there and gets so excited when she sees one. She loves looking for the moon outside during the day and shockingly enough, most days you can see it! She's going to be pretty confused when we teach her that the moon comes up at night.

But those are such a small things on the scope of what she already knows and likes to do. She loves giving the dogs treats and she is starting to tell us when she's ready ("reh-ree!") to go to the playground ("WEE!"). She can even ask us for help ("hep") now. She has a memory like an elephant and it takes your breath away when you realize she remembers something very little from a few months ago.

She's starting to tell stories about her life too. A couple weeks ago, we went into Lowes and there was this ugly plastic life-like Santa that was motion activated and would turn and look at you and start singing when you walked by it. Callie was deathly terrified of that stupid thing. Anyway, this morning Brent had to run into Lowes and she knew that Santa was in there. She started talking about Santa and about how daddy was in there. (The poor thing probably feared for her daddy's life!) Then, at dinner tonight, she wanted to talk about it again and to relive out loud how her daddy had gone into Lowe's this morning and had seen Santa (who says, "HO HO HO! Merry Mas!") and how Wyatt had also seen the Santa when we went before (weeks ago).

She still wants to "EAT!" all the time but only picks at food when you put it in front of her. She eats like a bird. Instead, she lives on juice and milk and will always find some way to con Wyatt out of his full sippy cup either by trading him with an empty one or but just plain stealing it when he's not looking. She loves to color and asks to do it incessantly. She always pats the chair next to her and says, "mommy", to let me know she wants me to color with her.

She loves bugs but knows that they are "eww", so she won't touch them but is enthralled by them all the same. Today she pointed at an embroidered bumblebee on her pjs and said, "Cool!" Her favorite color is yellow. She loves raisins and cheese. And, miss thing also loves to sing and dance to lots of different kinds of music. Brent turned the radio station on her the other day and she complained until he turned it back. Then she started blissfully swaying and singing away again.

She knows her way around town too. She knows the road to grandmas house, Chick-Fil-A, and knows when to start looking for different water fountains around town. She's always been like that... she's known where all the flags were since she learned what a flag was. Silly girl.

I would have never imagined that it was possible so early, but the squirt is my little best friend. I don't know if that makes me pathetic or overly in-love with her, but she truly is my little soul mate and I can't believe she is my daughter. What I ever did to deserve her, I'll never know. She gives meaning and joy to every breath I take and I will fight for every breath I take until the very end just to be in the same world as her! My Cal Bear.