Oct 17 2010
Playing Around
At the Moss Park playground Annada recruited some girls to play house with her. She is cooking them brownie pizza. (I'm not allowed to be too close.)
Marc teaching Annada how to play horseshoes.
As soon as Annada realized the horseshoes fit around her, the game was over.
Daddy’s Girl
Friday I took Annada to Magic Kingdom. I had just turned on the car to go home when Annada let out a huge fart.
I turned to look at her expecting her to say, “Uh oh. Potty.” Instead I caught sight of a wicked grin.
Annada threw head head back and started laughing, “Nice!” she said.
Once Upon a Time
When Annada goes potty, we read her a book. She has gotten so used to it that she now asks for a book when we are out of the house. Marc came up with the idea to use his hands to create a pretend book and then make up a story.
A few weeks ago Annada started reading books to me when I went to the bathroom. She started with real books, but when we are out she uses her hands.
Her books always start like this: “Once upon a time there was a snail.”
Then they usually continue like this: “His name was Diego! (Wild laughter.) The end. Shut the book.”
Power Nap
Annada is brillant in the stalling arena. We often find out about new skills she has right before bed.
Last night when it was time for bed Annada grabbed my hand and started pulling me upstairs. I thought her sudden compliance was pretty strange, but went with it. Instead of heading into her room, she went to mine. She threw herself on a pillow on the ground and called me to lay next to her.
“Shhh. Go to bed,” She told me.
“Are you going to sleep here tonight?” I asked her.
“Yes. Sleep with Mommy. Shh. Hold my hand. Close your eyes,” she replied.
We laid there together for about a minute – long enough for me to wonder if Annada was serious.
“Wake up!! Mommy wake up!” Annada sat up. “Hungry. Get breakfast.”
“Annada, you need to go to bed still,” I said.
“No. All done. Wake up, Mommy!” she replied.
That Happened Fast
I was sitting down today when Annada came to me cradling her baby doll.
“Momma, this Annada. This baby Annada,” Annada said, holding the baby out to me.
“Aww, is this your baby?” I asked Annada.
“Yes. Baby go to Meme’s,” Annada replied.
“Wow. You have a beautiful baby,” I said. Then we both sat there patting the baby.
“Okay, bye bye,” Annada said as she started to walk off.
“Wait, do you want your baby?” I asked.
Annada paused and looked confused. “Baby at Meme’s,” she said.
Suddenly it dawned on me. “Did you bring me your baby so I could babysit?” I asked.
“Okay,” Annada said brightly. “Yes. Baby at Meme’s. Bye bye!”