My daughter is so cool.....

Sunday was magical, really. It had its' less than splendid moments, just like any other day, but there were lots of downright magical moments:

- Brian's mother bought Jacelyn a stuffed mop puppy and a stuffed bunny in a little gingham dress. I asked her what she was going to name her two new friends. Her response? The puppy's name is 'Meenka' and the bunny's name is 'Geena' (not with a 'geometry' sounding G, with a 'God' sounding G). I was thrilled - no "Fluffy" or "Tiffany" names from my baby, no sir. To me, that signified great imagination.

- We were in the bathroom at Sear's. I was waiting for her to wrap up the business that she was attending to, and was getting annoyed. We had been in the bathroom for going on ten minutes, and she had spent the last five telling the same knock-knock joke over and over (it ended, every time, in 'Jacelyn Banana')at top speed at the top of her lungs. I was getting annoyed, in all honesty, so I stopped responding to the jokes. Finally, she changed the joke and surprised me by making me laugh out loud:
Her: Knock-knock, mommy
Me: Who's there?
Her: Jacelyn
Me: Jacelyn who?
Her: Jacelyn McSaltnPepper
I don't know why, but this cracked me up.

- We bought some flower seeds, and decided to plant them Sunday afternoon. I did the heavy stuff - pulling up the vegetation, moving around soil, putting down top soil, all that stuff. I had worked up a sweat and a backache by the time we were ready to put the seeds in the ground. I was sitting there watching her plant stuff, my hand full of seeds, feeling sweaty and kind of cranky. I happened to look over at Jacelyn and she was kissing every seed before she planted it. Is that not the sweetest thing in the world? It made me tear up, a little, and greatly improved my mood.

We stayed outside all afternoon. We blew bubbles, and then popped them (she did most of that, but I did venture from my lawn chair occassionally to assist). We attempted
a clumsy form of some tennis-like game with an egg-shaped, fabric covered ball and two paddles, but neither of us could really get that going, so we abandoned it in favor of more bubbles and some t-ball. She's pretty good; my stats aren't so hot. I end up whacking the tee into pieces half the time. There was some wagon riding, until a bug crawled into the wagon. She attempted to fix her power wheel (which is suffering from no more than a dead battery) with her toy weedwhacker, a feat which I greatly enjoyed watching. All in all, I would call it a rousing success. I hope everyone's Easter was equally enchanting.