I eat my boogie.
“Gross!” Mom says.
No, yummy, I giggle.
Archive for August, 2009
Boogies
Posted in Eating, Talking, Terrible Threes, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, sense of humor on August 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Body doubles
Posted in Talking, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic on August 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom and I walk across the parking lot. And head to the car.
I point to the ground.
Look, Mom! I say. Our shade is moving with us.
My first fish. And more.
Posted in Dad, Fishing, Horses/ponies, Pictures, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010 on August 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It is a day to be outside. There has to be at least one of these days each year.
I jump in and try everything.
Dad grabs a rod and reel. The real kind. Not the balloon kind. And casts the line out into the pond.
Then he lets me reel the line in.
After several tries. We catch [...]
My first recital
Posted in Dancing/music, Milestones, Pictures, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, tumbling, video on August 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Will you be there? I ask Mom.
“Yes, I’ll be there,” Mom says. “And your Daddy, too.”
I won’t do it, I say to Mom. I will sit with you.
“I will leave it up to you,” Mom says.
We drive to the school. And all my friends are there. Wearing pretty dance clothes. Just like me.
We giggle. [...]
Silly to think
Posted in Mom, Talking, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic, sense of humor on August 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom talks with her hands.
She’s not talking now. But her hands still fly around.
What are you doing, Mom? I ask.
“I’m thinking in my head,” Mom says.
Silly, Mommy, I say.
My dirt is clean
Posted in Talking, Terrible Threes, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, following directions, sense of humor on August 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Come here,” Mom says. “Let me clean your face.”
No, I say.
“You’re face is dirty,” Mom says.
My dirt is clean, I say. And prance away.
Cows on my mind
Posted in Mom, Pictures, Three years three months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, sense of humor on August 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom, I say. You look like a cow.
“I do?” Mom asks.
She is not happy.
Yes, I say. But a pretty cow.
