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(I apologize in advance if I repeat some stories, I don't have time to go back and see if I already wrote them down!)

You two are so fun! Kaybree you're getting really smart. Like--we have to watch what we say and do around you even more now because you're starting to catch things. Sometimes we'll be talking in the car and mention "toys" or something and from the back seat you'll pipe up and go "What did you say?!" The other day Brendon mentioned going for a W-A-L-K (we spell it specifically so you won't catch on--and Bently too. He knows that word.) and I said we couldn't because Eisley was asleep but maybe he could take Kaybree and Bently and you right away "Where you take Kaybree? What you say?"

You're also telling stories which are hilarious. The other day you spent the night at the Rowley's and when I picked you up you were wearing Stryker's Superman cape. I came to the door and you jumped up and said "Look mommy, I Superman!" Later I asked if you played with Stryker and you said "Yeah Stryker a make-a me cry and he mean so he sad and so Stryker Superman." The look on your face as you told the story was so hilarious. I really wish I had recorded it.

Over the winter break you got a chance to play with all the Eyestone kids. As i was putting you to bed one night you were telling me how excited you were to see them all the next day. You said "I want to play with Violet, and Daphne and Morgan and (pause while you think) Morgan."
Me: "Do you have a crush on Morgan?"
Kaybree: "Morgan has a cute hair!"

Another recent conversation while we were playing in your room:
Kaybree: "You be a daddy and I be a Mommy."
Me: "And who will Daddy be?"
Kaybree: "He be a Grandma."
The next day I was a girl, Kaybree was a Mommy and Eisley was a Daddy.

You've also started saying "Really?" with lots of attitude whenever something doesn't go your way. It's pretty bratty but it's so dang funny. I'll hand you your breakfast and you'll say something like "Really? I wanted a pink bowl." Or we'll drive up to someone's house and you'll say "Really? I wanted to see Grandma Duck."

Eisley is getting so good at saying "Hi"--complete with a funny and awkward little wave. You also clap anytime someone says "Yay!" You still refuse to actually crawl. You're stuck in your army crawl. Guess you're pretty comfortable with it! You're also pretty clingy these days. You scream any time I'm not holding you. I hope you grow out of it soon! I love watching you explore and you can't do that when you're attached to me!

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