Mabel Molanphy

Mabel is always ask­ing mama or dad­dy to dri­ve the car. Dad­dy came up with a rule…“when Mabel can reach the ped­als and see out the win­dow, she can dri­ve dad­dy’s car.” I said that to her once, and she has repeat­ed it every since. 

Yes­ter­day we went to the fair with grand­ma and grand­pa, and while there, we saw the cars. Well, she was far from reach­ing the ‘ped­als,’ but boy did she turn that wheel! 

I can hon­est­ly say I can­not remem­ber her ever smil­ing this much in excite­ment before. It was awesome. 

Dri­ving Miss Daisy from David & Rebec­ca on Vimeo.

David was men­tion­ing this on Sun­day, 15 Jan­u­ary, 2017 … I found this in the DRAFTS folder.

ma-sah-meen = magazine
ami­nals = animals
fa-me-mee = family
peen-yo = piano
stick-bread = breadsticks

If you know Rebec­ca, you know she has an odd fetish with sharp cor­ners. If you hand her a piece of paper, she imme­di­ate­ly (and unknow­ing­ly) folds it a cou­ple of times to cre­ate a sharp cor­ner, which she then pro­ceeds to test on her lip, nose and fin­gers. Pil­lows are also not immune to this quirk. She tells of a time when she used to walk around with a pil­low cor­ner stuck in her ear while she sucked her thumb. 

Well, if there’s ever any doubt Mabel is her lit­tle girl, I give you the fol­low­ing proof: 

Mabel’s Dol­ly from David & Rebec­ca on Vimeo.

Most morn­ings when Mabel wakes up, she calls for us and we usu­al­ly stum­ble into her room, pick her up, and bring her right back to our bed – most­ly because we’re both in zom­bie-mode at that hour. Any­how, Mabel has dis­cov­ered that both mama and dad­dy are prac­ti­cal­ly dead at this time, so she pounces on dad­dy’s phone (which I typ­i­cal­ly keep next to the bed). 

Though the phone is locked, she can still access the cam­era from the login screen – so every morn­ing I have to go back in and remove 10 or 15 short movies like this one. Oh joy. 

Mabel vs. Phone from David & Rebec­ca on Vimeo.

No mat­ter where I am, I am told how impres­sive Mabel’s talk­ing is. Not just her words, but her com­pre­hen­sion and ana­lyt­i­cal thoughts. I love to hear her sto­ries and thoughts…to get an insight into her mind. When she’s not talk­ing, she’s hav­ing fun in her own world. 🙂