19 AUGUST 2007
This is what I was greeted with one morning. Annie was proudly showing me how she dressed up her “baby”. The croc minus the dress was a gift from Uncle Tiger. What comes to my mind is how is this crocodile feeling? He looks embarrassed and maybe even confused. Should I even refer to him as a male anymore? Annie is all about being girly and making everything around her girly. This poor thing had no way of escaping it. Sorry, Uncle Tiger, for defaming what represents Louisiana: gruff and tuff crocodiles.
We were in the car the other day listening to a mix disk that is a combination of mommy and kid songs. While c.d. was transitioning from “Ladybug Picnic” to “Starlight” by Muse Annie exclaimed, “I like this song!” I aked for clarification, “‘Ladybug Picnic’?” “NO! This one,” Annie corrected me. How is it possible that an almost 4-year-old prefers grownup music to silly kids’ stuff? Maybe I should avoid having her listen to my music anymore. She’s growing up way too fast.
Is it just Annie or do other kids her age talk non-stop? I made a meal for a family from church who just had a baby the other day. While cooking it I happened to mention that part of the meal was a new family with a baby. So there it began, the endless questioning. Below are just some of the actual questions thrown my way, most likely asked more than one time. Now keep in mind, I’ve never seen or heard anything about this baby.
1. What’s the baby’s name?
2. Is it a boy or a girl?
3. What color is his hair?
4. What color is the baby’s house?
5. What color is the baby’s car?
6. What is the baby’s mommy’s name?
7. What is the baby’s daddy’s name?
8. What color are his eyes?
9. Does he look like his mommy or daddy?
10. Does he have a garage at his house? {Yes, she really asked this question.}
After either attempting to answer or avoid answering her incessant questions I finally told her not to ask anymore questions regarding the baby? Did she stop? Are you kidding me!!
Apparently, Mimi has developed a phobia for bugs. The other day while in the backyard Mimi started screaming as if she were being attacked by pack of hungry wolves. I run over to see what’s happening. A mosquito had landed on her. Yes, that was it. Granted, I despise mosquito bites as much as getting a paper cut, but her reaction was a bit much. Other than that, Mimi is quite a cute kid. The other day I caught her during naptime in the playroom being quiet as a church mouse. The little sneak. I’ve also been working on teaching her the letters. So far everything is “E” to Mimi. I try not to compare her to Annie who already knew all her letters by her 2nd birthday, but it’s hard to not get a teensy bit frustrated. It will happen one day, I know.