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Funny Paisley

It's official. Paisley has inherited our sarcasm and sense of humor. She knows when to use it and how to use it. And she thoroughly enjoys herself.

This little girl makes me laugh all the time. She's feisty and silly and independent. I know she enjoys her life and that makes me feel so fulfilled as her mom.

Her language has been exploding lately and she now strings together as many words as she can come up with. She still favors "Paisley do it", "Paisley fix it" and "Paisley get it". Miss Independent.

She now calls us cuckoo and waves her finger in a large circle. She'll say "dada cuckoo". :)

She asks for her "blue mo" which is milk in her blue sippy. Or whichever color she decides it will taste best on that day.

And she loves to recap the day with me before we fall asleep at night. He'll remind me of all the things we did.

She knows all of her colors, with ridiculous ones like fuchsia and seafoam falling under their larger, better known categories. She can pretty much count to 12 with some variation in the order of 1-5 at times.

And we're starting to sing songs! Her favorite is five little monkeys and she loves the line "no more monkeys (mumble, mumble) bed." It's adorable because she shakes her little finger and gets this sassy face. Too cute.

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  1. Callie is in the singing phase too. She sings some church songs like "Trust and Obey" but also sings radio songs like Taylor Swift's "We are never getting back together" and came home from daycare singing Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." Apparently that last one is in the Chimpmunks Movie that they watched one day. They are such silly girls!

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  2. She is adorable, I think that is age is the best (I haven't experienced it with my own, but from babysitting and family)!!!!

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  3. Oh she sounds like so much fun! She and jax would have an absolute BLAST together - he loves to make people laugh too:). Isn't it cool to watch their personalities flourish?

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  4. I have a soft spot for this girl! Love her! Sounds like she is so much fun to be around :)

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