1.11.12: Once upon a time...

Seemingly out of the blue, Stella started telling me a story about her big giant bear.  This is the first significant use of imagination that any of the girls have shared verbally.  Usually we are limited to pretend food and drinks at our tea parties and reviewing pictures on our cameras (aka legos).  Her story went like this:

Once up on a time,
there was a bear.
His name was Bert.
He was a big bear.
then what happened? 
Bear was asleep, so I woke him up.
Like this. (flips him over)
then what happened?
Then he ate a blueberry.
then what happened? 
Then he ate a fishy.
then what happened?
Then he ate a strawberry.
then what happened?
Then he ate cabbage, because we don't eat cabbage.
then what happened?
He went to sleep.

When Brant got home from work he also got a version of the story, but his version involved ice cream (which the girls have never eaten but only learned about in books/movies), a pumpkin patch and singing happy birthday.

Other notables lately, Daphne (who refuses to put her shoes on by herself) loves to take her shoes off in the car.  Recently she started taking them off and putting them back on the wrong feet.  After doing so, she notifies me that she has 'crazy feet' and giggles endlessly.  Fiona loves baths and upon getting out of the bath and noticing her wrinkly fingers she told me, "mama my fingers are funky".  Sometimes I wonder if they can get any more adorable...and then they do.