Monthly Archives: September 2016


“Wait. You forgot you pack back.”


“You forgot you pack back.”

You were carrying your own lunch bag, and two packs of gummies, and we were in the laundry room, just walking out the door to daycare.

“You forgot you pack back.”

“Daddy doesn’t need his back pack this morning.”

(Daddy stayed home from work today to work on his first novel. I took you to school at 10 a.m., and came back home. It’s hard being away from you, but Daddy’s trying to get this novel done.)

Your little arms were full, and there you were, worried about Daddy forgetting his back pack.

You’re such a sweet soul.


Bedroom dress

After your bath, Mommy got you into your jammies, and a dress. Evidently you wanted to wear a dress. Daddy didn’t bring you your milk fast enough, so you came downstairs.

“Did she get enough to E – A – T?” Daddy asked Mommy.

“I want mac and cheese,” you said, evidently knowing how to spell at least one word.

There wasn’t any made, so Daddy convinced you to eat the pear we started for breakfast.

(You’re 2.7 years old, and this morning you got out of your jammies by yourself. While Daddy went to get diaper cream, you pulled your pull-ups on yourself, and then got your shirt and shorts on yourself.)

This morning, Daddy made you a good breakfast —


But you ended up with chocolate doughnut on your face:


So, tonight, Daddy suggested the pear.


You in your bedtime dress.

You ate 3/4 of the pear. And then a few strawberries.



This was after you sat down on the couch with Oshie and declared you wanted to watch baseball, which Daddy had on because you were upstairs.


After the strawberries, you had some cheddar bunnies. Daddy took you upstairs and tried to get you to rock in the rocking chair, but you decided, “I want Mommy to put me to bed.”

A little later, as it stormed outside, Daddy heard you through the baby monitor, singing,

“wain, wain, go away,
come again enother day.”

“wain, wain, go away,
come again enother day.”

Doctor’s appointment


You had your 2 1/2 year checkup on Aug. 18.

You’re 23 pounds and 33.5 inches long. You’re little.

Mommy likes the new doctor.

The new doctor got you to open your mouth by asking if you had an alligator in your mouth. She then looked in your ears to see if there were any monkeys in there.

For days, weeks, after, you’ve asked if there are alligators in Daddy or Mommy’s mouth.

And then you ask, “you have monkeys in your ear?”

“What’s a monkey say?” we ask.

“Oooh, oooh. Ahhh Ahhh,” you reply.

Yes, that’s what a monkey says. Daddy knows, because he has one in his ear.