I run in my bare feet across a rug. And onto a tile floor.
I stop in my tracks.
It’s cold, I shriek.
“Yes,” Mom says. “It’s that slipper time of year.”
Archive for September, 2009
Cold feet
Posted in Four seasons, Getting dressed, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010 on September 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Fast cars and pretty dresses
Posted in Getting dressed, Pictures, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, tagged Cars on September 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I dress like a princess. And then sit down to play.
Lining up my collection of cars.
How to ‘read’ a story
Posted in Mom, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, storytelling on September 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom reads a book to me. But says the words as she sees them.
Mom, you’re not good at this, I say. Do it like this.
I point to the pictures. And make up new stories about them.
It has nothing to do with the words. Just the mind.
I can think up wild and fun stories. With each [...]
Fishing practice
Posted in Dad, Fishing, Pictures, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010 on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Dad grabs two fishing rods out of the shed. One for him. And one for me.
He takes them to the front yard.
And teaches me to cast.
Only girl alpacas
Posted in Pictures, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, logic, tagged alpaca on September 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom takes me to a farm. One that raises alpacas.
I get to pet a baby. One that is four weeks old.
The farmer says the baby is a boy.
No! I say. She’s a girl!
I mean, just look at her long eye lashes and pretty hair.
She can’t be a boy!
My prince is gone
Posted in Dad, TV/DVD/movie references, Talking, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination, tagged Disney, Snow White on September 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Dad and I watch Snow White. In the end, she lives happily ever after.
I want to live in a castle, I sigh.
“But you don’t have a prince,” Dad says.
I start to cry.
Mom comes in the room. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
My prince is gone, I wail.
“Honey, you don’t need a prince,” Mom laughs.
Cookout
Posted in Getting dressed, Pictures, Three years 4 months, Year Four: 2009-2010 on September 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I go to a big cookout in town.
I ask for only two things. Ice cream. And a balloon.
Mom buys me a root beer float. Yum!
Then Mom takes me to the clown booth.
The clown makes me a hat. Out of balloons.
It would make a great party hat.
If I could see.
