Delaney states what she wants for breakfast and Christmas

Delaney is a slave to her brother. Just today he was really pushing her around (physically AND mentally) and he apologized after literally biting a hole in her finger and we had yelled at him, and she throws her arms around him and gives him a huge squeeze- complete with little grunting squeeze sound. So when she strikes out on her own, especially when he is around, it is usually very funny.

The first example comes from a hot-mess breakfast where between Brooke, Delaney and Gibson there were over 7 bowls of cereal in different ranges of eaten-ness because if one kid had a cereal, the other HAD to have it even if they hate it and so on. This also included Brooke insisting on Chocolate milk because it is all Delaney drinks, and Brooke literally doing this little gag every time she forced herself to take a sip, and included all drinks being in baby bottles, because Delaney saw that Brooke used a bottle at night! SO you see how the Monkey-see, Monkey-do thing was in FULL effect! I just couldn't take it anymore- we were wasting food and messing up dishes left and right, not to mention the nourishment the girls were NO getting, so I gave a lecture/speech/impassioned plea for everyone to just choose what they wanted to eat based upon what THEY liked and not what ANYONE else had, and that it is OK to eat what you WANT and not what anyone else wants and could you please tell us what you want to eat so we can move on to the rest of our day?????

Laney boldly and loudly states "I want a cupcake. Mommy, I wanna eat a cupcake. Mommy, I want a cupcake for breakfast."

So yes, she listened and she responded, and she totally got us.

The second was really cute. Our family is happily (HA!) driving to church on a Sunday afternoon. Gibson is on a gimme kick like crazy for Christmas, and I am trying to emphasize GIVING as he told me yet a MILLIONTH thing to add to his Christmas list, so I asked him if he had thought about what to get Delaney for Christmas. He repeats the question, and starts to think (complete with hum-ming and and um-ing) and from the back seat we hear a perfect stage whisper of "Diamond Castle, Gibson" "Barbie Diamond castle" "Gibson- Barbie Diamond Castle"

We CRACKED up. She not only can grasp what we are talking about, she knows when to assert just what SHE wants!!! How helpful!

The above picture of Brooke and Delaney also has a cute story- They took Gibson to the school bus stop and Brooke was SOOOO excited to know someone who was actually going to go ON a school bus. So they were excited to see him getting out of the car to get on the school bus and then get on the school bus. BUT! the doors shut and the bus drove away. AND Gibson was still on it!

Brooke began to panic and sob-"MY GIBSON! NO my GIBSON! Go get him mommy! Go get him back!" and proceeded to be sad for about 10 minutes that he was gone. Guess you gotta be careful what you wish for!!