That Liberty

Liberty comes up with the greatest things these days. She has amazing vocabulary for a 2-year-old, and speaks very well. Everyday I think, "I need to write that down!" when she says hilarious stuff. Usually I don't write it down, but here are a few I did manage to write down today:

As she sat down at the bar to eat breakfast this morning, her barstool was a little too far away from the counter to reach, so she said, "I can't eat with all this crack in the way!" Of course, she was very dramatic about it.

A couple of minutes later she declared, "Mom, I'm missing something..." I replied, "What are you missing?" She says, "My drink!" In other words, "Mom, get me a drink!" (She's a little on the bossy side.)

A week or so ago we were going on a family run and Liberty and Hadley were in the jogging stroller and she tells us, "I'll make sure Hadley is not too fuzzy." "fuzzy" = "fussy" She has talked about Hadley being fuzzy several times since then.

Lately, Liberty is always telling us all the things she wants to do when she "gets bigger." The other night we were at the park and there were some people - mostly adults - playing volleyball. She said to me, "I want to play volleyball! I wish my arms were longer so I could play volleyball."
The next night, Liberty and Trever were dancing to music and watching some ballerinas on tv. Liberty talked about how she wants to be a dancer when she gets bigger, and have a blue ballerina dress. She told Trever that she already had a Snow White princess dress and a yellow princess dress, but she wanted a blue ballerina dress. Then she said to Trever, "I wish my arms were longer so I could be a ballerina." Trever tried to explain to her that her arms were the perfect length for a 2-year-old... I'm guessing she still wants her arms longer.

Liberty is dying to go to school. I'm not sure how exactly she pictures school to be like in her mind. We always talk about what kids do at school... read books, learn things, do art projects, etc. The other day she says to me out of the blue, "Mom, am I big enough?" I respond, "Big enough for what?" She says, "Big enough to go to school? I want to be big enough so I can go to school." By the way, she wants to go to a pink school. Anytime we mention somebody's school, she asks what color it is.

The other day in the car she says to me, "Mom, your hair looks beautiful!" (It was in a ponytail.) I thanked her, and she responds with, "You are gorgeous!"