Halle, Halle, Halle. This girl cracks me up. She is 100% unique. She’s feisty, hugely independent, and is just as sweet as can be.
Halle is a diva. She wants to pick her outfit. She wants to pick her hairdo. She wants to pick her shoes. She even wants accessories – today she went to church with a necklace, two rings, and a purse. She was very upset I made her wear a jacket – it just did not match her vision. Her favorite outfits are dresses that allow her to be a princess – she typically adds a crown and high heels to the ensemble. She twirls often.
Halle cannot keep quiet. She comments on everything she is doing throughout the entire day. Lately, I have had a hard time understanding her. Brandon thinks it is because she has just sped up the speed at which she talks. Halle loves to sing and makes up her own songs in the car: “My favorite colors are pink and purple and yellow and orange and orange and orange and orange…” over and over again until we reach our destination. If she is listening to a song and is singing along, she is always at least a half beat behind. It doesn’t deter her. She continues singing the lyrics a second behind throughout the whole song. She has a high, little voice and a lady at a restaurant once commented that Halle sounded just like a Smurf.
Halle is sweet. Often during dinner, she will lean over, give me a hug, and say, “I love you, Mom”. Ah, melts my heart. She calls Brandon “my daddy” and me “my mommy”.
She is at a great age and I wish I could just bundle her and keep her like this forever.
