Yesterday Isabella got a package from my mom. In it was a new outfit. She took it out of the packaging, gave it a huge hug and said "I love it momma." Then she put it on, almost entirely by herself.
Today I went up to get her from my time out, (she wasn't tired but I needed a few childless minutes so she was gated in her room). She had peed in her Pull Up, (I did not want to end my childless minutes cleaning up anything foul), taken it off, thrown it into the bathroom and proceeded to put on new panties and shorts, by herself.
She no longer says 'no' by itself when she is defiant. Now she says 'no, I don't want'.
Yesterday she told us she loves Taco Bell.
This week she asked me where her conscience is.
Apparently London Bridge is falling down and it's Belle's job to tell the whole world, hence the repetition of the song for the last two weeks whenever there is silence.
Isabella walked into our scrapbooking room last friday and exclaimed; "Oh my gosh, (small hand covering wide open mouth), it's amazing." I guess people do notice when I tidy up.