Julia, my Julia. I'm dusting this post off from the archives - just a little snapshot of the joy that was Julia at ages 35 and 36 months. Also, the last of door and chair photos - I think we were both more than over it... haha! ;-)
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| Do you see the craziness I had to deal with to get these photos every month? |
Julia, our old soul, was thinking a lot about the distant future.
Julia: “I want to be a Papa when I grow up.”
Me: “You can’t be a Papa, but you can be a Gee Gee.”
Julia: “Yes, I want to be a Gee Gee. I dreamed about that last night in my bed.”
Julia: “When I grow up I want to be a pilot just like Papa. But I do not want to be a Papa.”
Aaron: “No, you can’t be a papa. But you can be a Gee.”
Julia: “Yes, I want to be a Gee. I can have a granddaughter
of my own?”
Aaron: “Yes, you can.”
Julia, “My granddaughter’s name is Becca. Remember I saw her
on Sunday? Becca is not my friend, she is my granddaughter.” (Becca is a girl in middle school who goes to our church)
Julia, on the topic of house cleaning: “That’s what my
not-happiness is.”
Julia, to Aunt Jessica over Thanksgiving break: “I don’t love you. I
just pretend to love you.”
[Nice kid, huh? ;-) ]
While waiting for confession, Julia talked to a fifth grade
girl from the parish
They were asking each other if they had aunts, uncles,
cousins, friends, etc. and what their names were.
Then Julia asked the girl what her dolls were named
(“Blueberry”). The girl asked her what her dolls were named.
Julia: “Bluebear (Not true)
and GlowWorm.”
Girl: “Oh, what pretty names. Does GlowWorm glow?”
Julia: “No. GlowWorm doesn’t glow. But I have a new knife! It’s a
big, big knife.”
Girl: “Wow. That’s neat.”
Julia: “And my big knife glows!”
(Thanks to Aaron for buying Julia a glow in the dark sword.)
After Julia wiped herself with the rest of a still pretty
full toilet paper roll after pooping….
Me: “Julia! You used WAY too much toilet paper!”
Julia: “I know! Isn’t it
beautiful?!”
We love our Julia!
