Sappy Mom Post

Ok, so. Briar is going through a vocabulary explosion and she is killing me.
Tonight we were driving home and she was in the back seat (duh, sorry) and she was singing:

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, staaaar
Wonder what you are
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle staaaar
So high 'bov wor-so-lie
Huh dine
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.

Then she made a request:

Christenhow. Christenhow now,k.

She was requesting: T'was the Night Before Christmas as read by Meryl Streep.

Ok, honey. Good job. Yeah for the Christmas cd. I practically sang with glee.

Yeah Christiandom, she sang back.

Christinadom...c'mon, you can't make this stuff up, it's 100% pure soul healing goodness.

Then there are the different ways she says Santa:

Sicken Fraus

Sintin Clause

Satan Claw...ya, really.

And another thing she's doing that makes me do little mama flutter kicks of joy:

"Mama cookin' it now for Briar mine," she says as she holds a clementine up for me to peel.

Everyone should get to experience this delirious exisitence of little revelations delivered through the actions, words and smells of a young person. It is just incredible.