Carnival

We went to a little carnival they had in Provo today. We rode on a ride where we all got in a big strawberry and we could turn the wheel in the middle to make it spin around if we wanted to. Kind of like the teacups at Disneyland. I've been wanting to go to Disneyland and possibly take Brooklyn. I'm glad we tried this out first. She hated it. It only lasted about 2 minutes, but she clung to Jason the whole time and the second it stopped she exclaimed "Bye-bye!" Poor thing. Then we went and let Brooklyn play a game where she got to pick out a little rubber ducky from a pond and get whatever prize was indicated on the bottom. She ended up with a little (and I mean little) stuffed Nemo which she loved. "Fishy! Fishy!" We walked around looking at all the booths and the carnies all shouted at us to come play their games. I guess they thought they were being original, but every one of them promised we'd win a prize no matter what. I told Jason we didn't need any more junk. So we got some nachos and went home to swim. Fun, fun day!

The Girl Who Cried "Poop!"

Within the past couple of months, Brooklyn has learned to communicate quite effectively using both words and actions. One of our favorite consequences of this new skill was her ability to tell us when she needed a diaper change (or even when she was about to need one.) Then there was no guessing game or having to actually lift her up and smell her bum... ick! So the child was trained that if she told her mommy that she had pooped, her diaper would be changed. The lesson backfired. Since Brooklyn learned that saying "poop" or "stinky" would invariably lead to a little one-on-one time with Mom or Dad, she now says it CONSTANTLY!!! For example, right now she is in her crib because it is nap time. I guess she's not in the mood to take a nap because she is screaming "POO-POO!! STINKY!! EEEWWW!! STINKYYY!!!" I'm watching her on the monitor and she is even grabbing at her diaper and acting like it is absolutely filthy. I just changed her seconds before putting her down, so I don't believe her. I hardly ever believe her anymore because she just says it to get attention. So now, our little girl's skill is of no use to her. She still tells me when she's dirty, but she also tells me the same thing 100 times a day when she's NOT dirty. So since I'm not that gullible, she often ends up having to spend some extra time sitting in her own poop. Go Brooklyn.

UPDATE: Just so you don't think I'm a horrible mother, her diaper was clean when she woke up.

For those who were wondering...

Here's what the van looked like where the kite hit it. Those $2 kites, man, they can really do some damage! Guess we should have read the warning label.

We think all the passengers were okay, but we didn't stick around to find out. We wouldn't want Brooklyn to be tried as an adult.

(P.S. Just kidding! The kite bumped off the windshield; the driver didn't even slow down. I think the van was fine.)