So Wednesday was Puck's 4th birthday. That simply floors me to think about. She is such a wonderful, beautiful, sweet, funny little girl. I really truly honestly can't imagine my life without my Puck. She makes us laugh all the time and she is so sweet. I know this seems to be getting mushy, but dude, it's my baby girl, what do you expect?
Ok so in honor of her birthday, here are a few Puck stories that I thought about.
1) Wednesday afternoon she asked me what it was that I had done with the handle to her Littlest Pet Shop wagon that she had brought into the living room. I told her that I hadn't done anything with it. She then informed me that I had taken off the handle to her wagon-and I am quoting here- "Duh!"
2) Before I started writing this tonight I went in her's and Boo's room and said a prayer over the two of them while they were sleeping. As I turned on the bathroom light so I would be able to avoid tripping over who knows what and walked to the bed I noticed something about Puck. As my baby girl was sleeping there with no blanket and curled into a ball, her hand was once again stuck down the back of her shorts. Even in her sleep she seems to have a fascination with her booty.
3) I'm sure this has been mentioned before, but she has a saying when she toots. When asked what she should say she responds by saying "Excuse me booty" as though she has just done something to offend that area of her anatomy.
4) The girl talks more than any human I have ever met. From the moment she wakes up she begins talking. It is as though she has been storing up all the words through the night and her little brain can no longer contain them and they must burst forth into speech. She continues to talk just about every waking moment that she has, even if she is playing peacefully by herself. She talks right up to the moment she falls asleep, and sometimes even then. I guess that is why she wakes up talking...it is simply a continuation of where she left off when sleep finally overtook her.
5) There is a reason that her nickname is Puck. In the play A Midsummer's Night Dream the character that opens and closes the show is a hobgoblin named Puck. Puck is all about the mischief. This is why I call her Puck. From the time she could crawl, she has been being ornery. I remember the house we lived in in Sweetwater when she was born. The hallway was pretty long and at the end was a bathroom. Once Puck started crawling, that bathroom was one of her favorite places to go. She would head down there and if the lid happened to be up on the toilet she would pull up and splash around in the water. Of course her momma and I didn't want her to do this, so we would return her to the living room. It all became a game for Puck. As soon as we set her down she would head for the hallway again...only this time she would check over her shoulder to be sure you saw her going that way. As soon as you made a move toward her, she would take off crawling just as fast as her little arms and legs would carry her laughing all the way.
OK, I'll stop there. It's late and I'm tired. Again, I'm blown away by the fact that my baby girl is 4 now. The time has flown by me in such a blur. God has blessed me greatly with two beautiful daughters, a handsome son and of course a beautiful wife. Peace and Love y'all.
