Sunday, January 19, 2014

A day with my daughter

Princess' first selfie, taken on the plane back
from Christmas, was the last picture taken
on my iPad before I lost it.
I just got back from vacation with my family in Utah. Most people are astounded at how verbal our 2.5 year old daughter is. She's not only verbal, Princess says some adorably cute things - though some of it you
may have to have been there for. I decided to write down just one day's worth while I was home. This was mid-December when I had been home for just a few days.

At breakfast we tried to figure out what fruit she wanted. Joy asked her if she wanted apricots.
"Yes. I will eat apricots. You like apricots, right, Daddy?" as if my liking apricots was an important factor in the decision.

After breakfast she announced, "I will put the milk away." She lifted the heavy jug and took it to the fridge. "Will you open the fridge?" I did. "Where does it go?" On the top. "On the top ... I did it! I put the milk away."

I forget the situation, but she was apparently very cute when she said "I crossed them out."

We could hear the children not playing together well. Before we came to them, Princess came to us: "[Superstar] is playing with the pink car and he won't let me play. That makes me mad and I don't 'preciate it."


After dropping Superstar off at school, Princess and I listened to and sang along some of my music in the car, including Rhythm Divine by Enrique Iglesias. It includes the lyric "Can you feel the rhythm?" repeated more times than were probably strictly necessary. Some time after we got home, Princess asked Joy "Can you feel the river?" Once I figured out what she was saying and explained it, she tried again: "Can you feel the weather?"

Princess continues to be people who need people. While our son was at school, she asked "Where's my little [Superstar], Daddy?"

Princess hurt her finger, but didn't know how. I took a page out of the Cosby Book of Parenting and asked her if her fingers were with her all day. "No. Daddy, what did I do with my finger?"

Princess really likes pretending to be a kitten. I think it gets a lot worse around me because she knows I love cats. The easiest way to turn on cat-mode is to stroke her cheek. She smiles adorably and stars mewing. When I call her Princess, she mews. These I could expect. What's unexpected is how much she gets in to being a kitty. She fell asleep in the car picking Superstar up from school. Normally waking her up from a 10 minute nap I would expect crying. The first thing she did when I woke her was to mew very plaintively.

I had brought an advent candle with me. Both children wanted to blow out the candle. Once we agreed Superstar would, Princess recapped: "[Superstar], you're going to blow it because you are a big boy and a good boy."

During the vacation I told her a fairy tale each night before bed. Her favorites seem to be Goldilocks, Three Little Pigs, and Red Riding Hood. She adamantly refuses to be any of the characters, but loves to hear their stories. She calls Red Riding Hood "the Grandma story."