Thought I'd post some videos...

Brenley, of course, lives to be like Hannah Montana. However, she can't be serious when she's singing, just like her father!



Here's her tribute to Gordie Sampson's "We are Young & So is the Night":


and here's one of her dancing when she was only young:


Hope you like them!

I thought I was going to pee my pants!

So, Brenley started back at the babysitter today after me being on mat leave for a whole year. She had that nervous-excitement thing going on this morning as we left, and was quite visibly annoyed (with her rolling eyes) when I asked for a hug before I left to go to the school! (IMAGINE!)

I picked them up this afternoon, and they were no worse for wear... thanks to my great babysitter! (God, her house ALWAYS smells so good and looks so clean... I have NO idea how she does it!)
So, on the drive home, I was asking her how her day was, etc.
She says,

"You know that big brother kid that's there?" (there are two other little boys there, who are brothers)
"Yes...."
"Yeah, well, he had bad breath & kept blowing in my face... like REALLY CLOSE... like this" (she demonstrates from the backseat)
[I start to laugh... well... roar, actually]
"Well, did you tell him he had bad breath, Brenley?"
"Ugh... Mamaidh... NO! That would be so, like, RUDE, you know!"

I did think I was going to pee my pants! LOL

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And on another note...
When we came home from church & sydney yesterday, Monty was barking and barking at our truck, which annoyed the hell out of Kyle.
He complains:

"Oh, Monty?!?! Why the hell do you have to bark?"

And Missy pipes up all sarcastically from the back seat:

"Maybe because she's a dog?!?!"

HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA. LOVE IT!
Kyle said quietly to me then, "I guess that's telling me to F-off in not so many words, eh?!?!"

I swear these are only from today!

We were outside coasting tonight & she was admiring her shadow before we came in. While she was telling me how BIG it was, I made a monster shape and growled, pretending to envelope her shadow:
"Oh MY GOD, Mamaidh! You just about scared the BeJeezus out of me!!!"


Then after her bath a little while ago, I braided her hair in preparation for swimming lessons tomorrow. Once I finished, she had to go to the bathroom to check them out in the full length mirror. While "checking them out", she stepped closer to the mirror, ran her fingers over a small section of hair & asked me:
"You don't think I'm getting any white hair there, do you?!"

Lol - that's 2 snippets of one day with Brenley ;)

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Randoms forgotten at the end of 2009

Kyle & Brenley are putting the nativity set together...

K: "Ok....Brenley, show me how this thing goes together... where do people belong in the set?"
B:"Wellllllllllllll............ ok"
K: "Like, what about the ass...."
B: "What the hell is an ass?"
K: " A donkey."
B: "Oh ok then..."

and it proceeded....

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Helly asks Brenley:

"Do you ever get sick of watching tv?"
"No... I get sick of lots of other things like breakfast & shopping,
but I never get sick of watching tv!"

the phone got passed to me... and Helly & I had a great chuckle!

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"Um, Mamaidh..."

while we're listening to some kind of music on the radio in the truck,

"If you listen closely, you can hear that that guy is NOT rockin'
out!" WTF!??!

(and there were some others to do with bathrooming... body parts, etc. but we're gonna keep those out of the public domain! LOL)

It's not always easy, but she can certainly find the silver lining... intentional or not

Well, the start of 2010 has been kind of trying for all of us.
Kyle's uncle, Wally, passed away from a short battle with cancer.
Brenley was pretty close to "Uncle Wally" -- they had a love of nature, especially berries. Every summer Wally would pick copious amounts of blueberries, strawberries and raspberries for Brenley; sometimes more than once a day!

So, although Brenley has been to wakes before, this was her first real experience with death.

Have no fear, though... her usual charm shone through!

When I got the call that Wally had died, I told Brenley right away.

"Brenley, Uncle Wally died today. He's gone to Heaven."
"What does that mean?"
Ma says, "He went to sleep forever"
Brenley: "Well, I guess Sandra is going to have to pick me berries
now!"

Later in the day, she asked me...

"Um, do you think anyone, like, checked with Wally to make sure he
wasn't going to wake up?"

Then, after the funeral, she was still trying to process things.
We explained that we were going to a "party" at the firehall after the funeral to help say goodbye to Wally.

"It's not another prayer party, is it?" (hee hee
hee)

Then, while laying in bed with me the afternoon after the funeral she asks:

"Um, Mamaidh, can I ask you something?"
"yeaah"
"Um... how the hell did they ever fit Wally in that little box?"
(he was cremated)

So then I was left trying to explain cremation to her and I tried to explain that Wally's heart & soul went to heaven, etc. She wasn't really understanding me or I wasn't making sense. So, annoyed she turns to me and says,

"Um, do you think if I asked that guy saying the prayers at the front of
the church [priest], he'd be able to tell me?!??!"

Nonetheless, the sting of Wally passing away is still here. Just tonight she popped outside without us seeing her. We only heard her come in. So, Kyle asked her what she was doing outside:

"I was feeling sad & missing Wally, so I went outside to see if I could
see any stars winking at me..." (Kyle told her that with Wally in heaven, a
blinking star would be him winking at her.)

Rest in peace, Wally.

and it continues...

While watching a cartoon where kids were being mean:
"If I was on there... I would have to get real mean and kick their arses right off... yeah, I would!"

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Brenley & I were at Shoppers last night and I was looking all around for a very specific item; and I WAS taking a pretty long time, I'll admit. She kept wandering away from me picking things up (that were quite expensive) saying, "I wanna get this, I wanna get this" which was only prolonging the whole ordeal. So, anyway, I found her a Hannah Montana lip gloss to shut her up and keep her quiet & with me for the few more minutes I had to look. So, in the cosmetics section, I'm looking very carefully everywhere... and I hear from about 10 feet away: "UGH. WOULD YOU JUST PAY FOR THIS FWIGGIN' THING SO WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE?!?!?" LOL

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And, today as I set up my new Little People Nativity set (YAY! I've always wanted one!) I was explaining to her the whole idea behind the Nativity set & Christmas (big religious moment -- LOL) and she says, "So one of these guys is Jesus Mary & Joseph that you say sometimes?" (oops)
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My letter to Santa this year:

3563 Long Island Rd.
Barrachois, NS, B1Y 3N3

December 1, 2009

Dear Santa,

It’s nice to see you when you come to my house. I am going to have cookies & chocolate milk and I hope you bring lots of toys for me.

I would like you to bring Hungry Hippos, if you still have them. (I got it last year, but didn’t play with it, so we gave it to a family who lost everything in a fire. Now I want it again.) And a Barbie. I want a Hannah Montana doll with a stage that lights up; you could probably steal that from a store, or even pay for it. I saw it in the store. And I even want a ring – not like a fake one, just a beautiful one, a sparkly one. And I want a key for my race car. Oh, and I want a race car… like a real race car. But I’m just kidding. (laughs)

Madden is my little guy, my brother. He’s a little guy who poops a lot. He wants a Hannah Montana doll, too. No, I’m just being a silly girl. Madden would probably like a race car, too.

I’m a good girl sometimes, will you get mad at me if I’m bad sometimes? It’s hard to be good all the time because my Mamaidh & Dadaidh get cross at me sometimes because I don’t listen. I will try so much to be good.

I don’t want anything else, that’s a lot of stuff… too much stuff. Some surprises would be nice, too, please. (He’ll be happy if I say ‘please’.) I’m going to go to bed at 8:30 on Christmas Eve.

You have a great journey, Santa. Thank you.

Love,




Brenley Gillis, 4 years old