Apparently you have twins. There names are Valerie and Lolita, unless their names are Bruno and Jemima.
You are devoted to your baby, the one who does not actually exist but is the standard by which all others are judged. Tonight you told us that your baby calls Mr. Burkert her “husband”. At any time your baby may be younger than you, older than either one of your parents, in school, firmly entrenched in the work world, in time-out for 80 minutes because she has said “the word I can’t say” or napping. You love her and your dad and I are very amused by her.
Today I gave you your first lesson in applying makeup. The other day you gave yourself your first pedicure. You love being a girl.
This afternoon you, your dad and I were playing Telephone for the very first time. After I came up with a few silly phrases, you took a turn. Here’s what you came up with: “Harry beary loves his berries,” followed by “Tony bony loves his bonies.” That’s it, no more games for you.
We put you to sleep around 8. You go to sleep around 10. We always have you clean your room before bedtime. Your room is oftentimes a spectacle of nighttime play by morning. In spite of your late night shenanigans, you seem fairly well-rested.
Busy evening apparently.
You came out around 9:45 one night to give me this note; apparently it couldn’t wait until morning.
You have gotten past your overwhelming fear of the ocean, and are making small forays into the water. It helps that you have friends who love the beach. In this way, peer pressure works. There is a real upside to peer pressure at this age, but we try not to abuse it because we are freaked out by the very real downside of peer pressure that lurks around the corner.
You, Lalani Rain and Kordelia. It was Kordelia’s fifth birthday and she had never been to the beach–can you even imagine? You all had a blast!
I’m pretty sure that shovel was eaten by the ocean.
When we were at the beach I asked all three of you if you needed to go to the bathroom and you all promised me you were good. As soon as you hit the water, your bladder changed it’s mind. Since you were standing in the ocean with only a dress on, I told you to just let ‘er rip into the water like everyone else does. I’m sure I didn’t mean for you to pull your dress up to your shoulders, stand just on the edge of the water line and whiz for all the world to see. Clearly we have some work to do on incognito tinkling, wahoo.
Your dad got a Ferrari for Christmas. Here are all of the parts laid out on the kitchen table:
I love how your dad always follows the directions. Here you two are washing all of the car parts before setting out on the assembly:
You and Duck having tea. He loved this game.
You, Natalia and Maddy playing dress up. Girls are just so fun.
Much love to you, wahoo-girl.
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3 comments
NeeNee says:
January 18, 2012 at 5:59 pm (UTC -8)
You all make me smile so much! The words, the actions, the photos — all of it.
I LOVE you, Kate.
I LOVE you, Trish.
I LOVE you, Geoffrey.
Diana Lobrano says:
January 20, 2012 at 1:26 pm (UTC -8)
So MUCH to catch up on.
Grandpa and I have a picture of you in our house in Abbeville where you are sitting in your crib, smiling through the bars – your own sweet sassy self! I adore that picture!
And now look at your sassy self. Polishing your own toenails! I think I was 12 before I tried that!
I love the pictures of you and your friends. You look like you are having so much fun. And I love the pictures of you helping your Daddy washing his model car pieces. You’re a good helper. And you told me he is going to paint the car RED!
I am going to get out there, I promise you. Will you paint my toenails? I would LOVE that!
Keep having tea parties with Duck (what a dog), and being sweet to your Mama and Daddy.
Your Granny loves you.
Bill Curtis says:
January 21, 2012 at 7:19 am (UTC -8)
I like my toes red and green – especially at Christmas time.
Duck would probably like to have his toes painted. Ask him.
Some color that “goes” with his beach wear.
WOW!