Wonky

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Families have unique ways of communicating specific to their household.

For example, the other morning when you put your winter hat on, Daddy called you Lady Gaga.

In our house, Lady Gaga means wonky, as in, crooked.

(Lady Gaga has a wonky eye- it's why she wears sunglasses all the time, even indoors)

Your hat was on crooked. Wonky.

Just thought you'd want to know.

Wordless Wednesday

Thanks for the pic, Daycare Lady!

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I hear the toilet flush, and the faucet turn on. I realize it's her, going to the bathroom by herself, and successfully. I wonder when that happened. I hear her tell me she loves me like she loves her Ugly Doll at bedtime. That's a whole lot. I see her face after bedtime peer into the family room where the Dad and I are watching a loud, offensive movie. I scoop her up and take her back upstairs. She tells me ... I woke up because I had to pee and I didn't want to pee my jammies so I got up and needed your help and I couldn't find you and you and Daddy are watching a movie! She tells me her Gloworm is broken and she couldn't use it to see. I hear her on Saturday mornings shuffle into our dawn-lit bedroom, and see her inches away from my face, silent and snuggly, warm at the corners. I flip her into the middle of us where she nestles for 20 minutes, still mute. She then breaks the silence and asks if she can have breakfast, and watch cartoons. Maybe something with vampires? I see her run to the sliding door and yank it open to holler at the Beagle when he's baying at the moon. I see and hear her do everything with intention. I think to myself, she is me. She's not who I want her to be. She is exactly who she is supposed to be.

House

Our Mac died a slow death these last few weeks, rendering me unable to upload or edit pics. I feel like my arms have been cut off. In the meanwhile, I am capturing the lil' dude and her moments with my phone. I should be back in business, and better than ever, shortly!

The lil' dude loves to play "house" under the dining room table, and lately, she's been pretending it's Grandma G's house. Imagine her delight when Papa came to visit this week ... and she promptly directed him to his own house!



Papa didn't even hesitate to crawl under the table. Now, that is love. It reminded me of my own Grandpa R., and how he always conceded my wishes. He used to let me comb his hair in all sorts of crazy ways, which was a leap for him. He was a man about order, and he always wore his hair slicked straight back. I love those little memories of him.

Just like the lil' dude will have of her own Grandpas.

Super Why

History has been made in the house of the lil' dude. She has completely sang a theme song to a cartoon ... a rite of passage in each and every childhood. I turned on PBS for her for a few mornings ago, and Super Why came on- an educational show I didn't even know she was familiar with. Regardless, she belted out the lyrics like it was no one's business!



Who’s got the power?
The power to read.
Who answers the call for friends in need?

Super WHY!
Super WHY!
He’s the guy, he’s Super WHY!

Who’s got the power?
The power to read.
Who looks into books for the answers we need?

Super WHY!
Super WHY!
and the Super Readers, we’re gonna fly,

Come along
With the Super Readers.
Adventure waits when you’re with Super WHY!

Super WHY and the Super Readers yeah
Super WHY and the Super Readers.

Adventure waits when you’re with Super WHY!
Yeah Super WHY!

Wordless Wednesday

Photo courtesy the lovely & talented Auntie Mo!

One of Us

Leave it to your Fairy Godmother to send the sweetest emails ... the Story of the Day, from the Story People. She has loved the Story People since forever.



Someday, the light will shine like a sun through my skin & they will say, What have you done with your life? & though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end, I will be proud to say, I was one of us.