Cooper's vocabulary has seemed to explode lately, although that may only be apparent to me. I speak "his" language I guess. I remember when my brother Kyle was a toddler. I spoke his "language" too. It was kind of like secret code but I got it.
Cooper has worked diligently to master words like "tractor" and "big truck" over the past two weeks. But I really want him to say "I love you". So, when I have a quiet moment with him I like to practice. He's very good at repeating I -LOVE-YOU. But tonight he had me in stitches when I tried to get him to put all three words together. I said, "Cooper, say I love you Mommy." He slowly got a huge grin on his face and simply said, "Yeah." I got it though. After all, I speak his language.
On another note, I have to admit to pure Mommy failure tonight. I caved. I mean, I gave in big time. McKenna has been begging me all week to go to Wal-Mart (where they have a nail salon) and get her nails painted like one of the girls in her class. I resisted. I mean, come on, she's 5. So a few days ago while we were out shopping I let her pick out some decals like my gram used to buy from the Avon lady a million years ago. You know the kind that you put on with clear polish over top. Well, let me just tell you how that turned out. I did a horrible job and her nails looked so awful that I wanted to immediately take them right back off. But McKenna had at least stopped whining about Wal-Mart. Or so I thought. Today when I picked her up from school she started all over again. And around 7:15 she finally wore me down. I couldn't take it anymore (not to mention the fact that if I had to look at my own handy work on the end of her fingers for one more day I thought I might go crazy). So, what did I do? I gave in and took her to Wal-Mart. I honestly wasn't even sure that they would do her nails since she was so young. I thought that maybe they had an age limit that might save me? WRONG! Half the place was filled with mom's and little girls getting their nails painted. Great ! (Can you sense my sarcasm?). Long story short, it only cost me 5 bucks and the ladies at the nail salon did an awesome job. Her fingers are now baby pink with little tiny daisy flowers (that they literally put on with a toothpick) just right for a five year old little girl. I guess it could have been worse. But I'm really starting to wonder what the next 13 years hold! (No comments from my parents please! Uh, actually no comments from anyone who knew me growing up or has teenage children of their own. Ignorance is bliss.)
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