Pumpkin pie. Pizza pie.
It’s all the same. On Halloween.
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Pumpkin pie
Posted in 3 years 5 months, Eating, Halloween, Holidays, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010 on October 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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 »
I eat my boogie.
“Gross!” Mom says.
No, yummy, I giggle.
Ice cream to stay awake for
Posted in Eating, Three years 2 months, Walking, Year Four: 2009-2010, sleeping, vacation on July 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We have toured a place that makes beer. The place where I took my first steps.
We have petted animals at the small zoo in the park.
And now I am pooped.
But we have one more stop to make. The ice cream parlor.
Pink, I tell Mom. I want the pink ice cream.
But then I see the [...]
A scoop (and kick) of ice cream
Posted in 3 years 1 month, Eating, Four seasons, Swimming, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination on June 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I stand in a pool of water.
“You are in a pool of ice cream,” the coach says.
Well, it is cold, I think.
“Cup your hands like this,” she says. “And now scoop. Scoop the ice cream.”
The other kids and I scoop the ice cream. I scoop vanilla. Another girl scoops orange sherbet. The little boy scoops [...]
What you have to do to get a drink of water
Posted in 3 years 1 month, Dad, Eating, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010 on June 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I can pull myself up to the water fountain.
Or I can turn on the water.
But I can’t do both. Not at the same time.
Thank goodness for Dads. Who come to the rescue.
A high chair for two
Posted in 36 months, Dolls, Eating, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination on June 4, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I still need my high chair.
To feed my two babies.
Breakfast with the cows
Posted in 36 months, Eating, Pictures, Year Four: 2009-2010, imagination on May 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom and Dad and I head to a nearby farm.
“We will have breakfast with the cows,” Mom says.
With Grandma and Popo? I ask.
“No,” Mom says. “But there will be a lot of people there.”
I like Grandma and Popo’s farm. They have cows too. But I am still happy to go to the farm nearby.
Once there, [...]
