Copy Cat

Let me just tell you some stories about little Kelsie poo and the mimicking that has been going on. The other day I was getting ready to go run some errands. I looked over to Kelsie and she was getting her "purse" and baby ready to go with us. Just like mom. 

Piggybag ride!

A couple days before, I was putting my makeup on and she wanted some on her eyes (which she wants every time now) so I complied. I said, "Pretty!" And she said "Pretty. Pretty like mom." Talk about wrapping your mom around your finger. Sheesh.  

Recently she's been copying phrases that we say as well. 

 "Baby hurt? Baby crying? Come here baby." (says to baby)

"Careful."

"What's that?"

"I want that."

"Mmmuh. Kiss Baby. Hug Baby. That's nice." (will say to any baby anywhere)

"Freaking fly" (summer+lot's of flies+open doors) and "Chill out Mom" have been the most recently used. Much to Chad's chagrin. 

Totally plays make believe with her doll and bear. She even uses a different, softer, higher pitched voice when she talks to them sometimes. Cracks me up. Oh I love her.....and am annoyed by her all in the same minute:)

Sassy Wassy

You may think I am talking about little Kelsie with that title and well, I probably could be. But I am not. I got a haircut. I told Chad it makes me feel sassy. I'm not sure he wanted me to be any more sassy than I already am but what are you going to do:)

This is how and when Chad met me. Like almost exactly. Long, flowing, blonde locks.

And I chopped, chopped, chopped them off. Probably about 5 inches. Not my intention but I was like "Should I get a hair cut? Or SHOULD I GET A HAIR CUT?" 

Here's the other Miss Sassy Pants poising for her daddy. With the sassy level in our house so high, I don't know how Chad can handle it. Plus I'm just seeing how many more times I can put sassy in a post. There's one more. Haha. I crack myself up.