We spent time with my In Laws on Sunday getting the cousins together with their Pop Pop, before heading home to see Daddy. Between Ashlynn's limit testing and Kenley cutting her second tooth (read: not sleeping), I could totally use a second weekend to recover!
A fun story I had to write down is "the Bumblebee".
About a week ago, Ashlynn was playing in the playroom and I headed to the kitchen to start dinner. This time of day, the sun comes streaming through the playroom windows. I heard her start freaking out "BUMBLEBEE! BUMBLEBEE!" and bugging out. I figured maybe there was a fly or other bug in the house since I knew there weren't any bees. I looked around and didn't see a thing. She was hugging my leg and stomping her feet "get it!". I thought maybe it was imaginary like an imaginary friend, like some sort of "acting scared" game. I asked her where it was and she just pointed to air. I told her bees live outside and there aren't bees. I'm not sure why she'd be scared of bees since I'm pretty sure the extent of her knowledge begins and ends with Buzz Buzz the Bee on Mickey Mouse.
A few days later we were in the car and again "Mommy! Ughhh, BUMBLEBEE!" accompanied by absolute hysterical tears. Since she once called a spider a lady bug, I got worried that maybe a spider or bug was crawling on her so I pulled over to check. I got out of the car and checked her whole seat, wiped her tears, and calmed her down.
It finally happened a third time at home, and I realized (or at least have come to the maybe possible conclusion) that she's calling dust, bumblebees. That she see the dust moving in the stream of light and freaks the eff out.
This girl is all girly girl. A true princess... or diva in the making. Which might be closer with her constant "mommy do it" "mommy take it" and "mommy get it".
Anyway, back to the bee... or dust. Now I've explained dust is just 'pixie dust' and it means that Tinkerbell must me nearby doing work and building things. We have her hunting for Tinkerbell, we'll see how long that lasts.