The boys at school think I’m cool. Now that I look rough and tough.
As I put on my coat to leave for the day, David—my long-time friend and accomplice—comes at a run.
“Wait! Wait!” David cries out. “Hug!”
David gives me a big hug. Then he looks Mom straight in the eye.
“I love her,” he says.
Archive for the ‘31 months’ Category
What boys like
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Boo boos, Pictures, Year Three: 2008-09 on January 7, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Nose job
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Boo boos, Pictures, Year Three: 2008-09 on January 6, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I slip. I fall. And hit the monkey bars. That monkey of a bar at school wins.
My nose bleeds. And swells.
“I think it’s broken,” Dad says.
“It’s probably broken,” the nurse says.
“I would be surprised if it’s not broken,” the doctor says.
I get X-rays. The doctor comes back into the room.
“Well, I’m surprised,” she says. “Shocked, [...]
Triple vision
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Pictures, Year Three: 2008-09, imagination, sense of humor on January 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“My, what big eyes you have,” Mom says. “And so many eyes.”
The better to see you with, I grin.
Isn’t it obvious what it is? asks the young artist
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Drawing, Milestones, Pictures, Talking, Year Three: 2008-09 on January 4, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Mom looks at my drawing.
“Look, it’s a birdie!” Mom says.
It’s no birdie, I pout.
“What is it?” Mom asks.
A parrot, I say with pride.
Yes, I do like sledding this year
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Four seasons, Year Three: 2008-09, video on January 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I have a new sled this year. My old red sled is too small. And I am not small anymore. I am a big girl. With a big girl sled.
Mom and Dad no longer have to pull me. I can push off with my own arms and stretch my legs way, way out.
Mom now can [...]
Checking out my new Dora book
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Reading, Talking, Year Three: 2008-09 on January 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mom and I go to the store to buy some food.
Dora! I squeal and pick up a book. Buy it, I beg.
Mom looks at the book. And the price tag.
“Okay,” she says. We take our food and the book to the clerk.
Scan it! I order the clerk.
“We have to wait our turn,” Mom tells me. [...]
(Not) running away
Posted in 2 years old, 31 months, Getting dressed, Holidays, Miss Independent, Mom, New Years, Talking, Year Three: 2008-09, compassion, imagination on January 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I pack a bag with some toys. I grab my purse. And I put on my coat.
Bye, bye, I wave to Mom. And head for the door.
“Are you running away?” Mom gasps.
No, I say. I miss you.
“I would miss you, too,” Mom smiles.
And hugs me.
