Brookielyn

Our Little Miss Brookielyn is a mystery to us all. She is happy, excited, squeeler. She is a whinner, screamer, hitter, biter. She is a lover, kisser, and hugger. She keeps it real around this house. :)
I sometimes wonder what she will be like when she grows up. She loves brothers trucks. My mom gave her a doll for Christmas and she just looks at it like its a forgin object. She gets mad when i have babys over and hold them....i think this is more jealousy than a repulsion towards babies. Or at least that is what i tell myself.
So, this girl is nothing too girly. Hates her hair to be done even though i have had to do it since she was 3 weeks old. Curse of having lots of beautiful brown hair.  BUT, folks there is hope. . . . .
the other day it was quite. Too quiet. I was worried. This usually means she has opened the toilet and is using it as a water table. OR she has opened the door to upstairs and is getting into things she shouldnt.
This is what i found. . . .

Yup thats my Little Lady playing with moms makeup. Ahhh it made me happy, even if she ruined the eye liner i just bought, broke the rest of my favorite eye shadow. Its a sacrifice i was willing to give.
And to add to my excitement...i found her knotting all my jewelry the other day when she had opened the locked door to upstairs and helped herself to to all. See, Marci there is hope for your girl. :)