Dayla Chatter….the Latest Chapter

Something happened when she turned 3; she went from repeating everything to coming up with her own thoughts and ideas, and I love it.  Although 3 1/2 has brought talking back and enough attitude for six teenage girls, there are still little gems that she says every now and then that get me to laugh out loud.  Here is the recent Dayla chatter:

“Does God look like Jesus? He must not look JUST like Jesus cause God doesn’t wear clothes” Me: “No?” D: “No, he’s in the sky so he just wears CLOUDS.”


“Rosemary.  It smells like a ROSE and like MARY…so it is called Rosemary!”


‎”I am a little bit smart, you are medium smart, and daddy is BIG smart”


and the most recent:

“Daddy is really smart, you are smart, and I am clever.”  (This one is so true!)


We sure do love this little girl and hearing ALL she has to say.

And cause I have been so bad about sharing pictures, here is one of Dayla making a wish with a coin at a fountain. She loves making wishes at fountains and will any time that I have a coin in my purse to help make it happen…and she takes her wishes very seriously.


Oh baby girl. Right now my heart fills up again; you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever laid my eyes on.  Asleep.

I don’t often get to watch you sleep as you are a light sleeper and a grumpy wake-up-er, so I rarely take my chances.  But today you asked to sleep on the couch in the middle of the living room, and seeing no harm in your change of location request I gave the go-ahead.  Now I get to peak out of my door in the utmost of stealth and watch your sweetness.  Your chest rise and fall in the most perfect of rhythm and your angel face lay so peaceful.  The words earlier exchanged, the tantrums, the time outs, the pushing every button that mommy has…none of it seems to matter anymore.  Neither of us are close to perfect and we are still learning to navigate one another and this world and all around us…and it is hard…but I tell you that I thank God for the moments like this because I am reminded that there is no other little girl in the world that I would rather be doing this “motherhood” thing with.

Sleep well my sweet girl, I love you.