Mommy: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Clara: I want to be a GRINCH when I grow up!!!
Mommy: What number is that? (pointing to a 15 on a box)
Mommy: You’re close…
Clara (eating pickles): Mommy, did that pickle go in my belly… or in my back?
Clara (skinned her knee and needed a band-aid): Momma, will you be the doctor and I’ll be the cryer?
(Pumba passes gas in the Lion King and daddy laughs)
Clara: Why are you laughing? What was that?
Daddy: It was a toot.
Clara: You or me?
Before we left our second house for the last time, we snapped this photo of Clara in the room where she woke up on each of her first three birthdays.
It’s definitely a huge difference from this one that we took on the day that we moved in back in 2010.
They grow up so fast. Sniffle.
I don’t know why I love this video. It was a fairly ordinary moment (it was hot in the car, so we rolled down the windows). I guess it’s the first time we’ve done it since Clara had any hair to speak of so it was a whole new experience for her. I love watching her go from being slightly confused by it to totally loving it – especially somewhere around 30 seconds in when she gets all “shampoo commercial” on us.