Jul 25 2012
It’s called rap
Letting her butterflies go. She let 2 go at home and 2 go at school.
Annada says something wise, creative or funny (sometimes all 3) everyday. It’s been a while since I’ve collected them, so here’s a few of my favorites.
Rap
Yesterday I was playing Lacrae’s cd on my computer as we got ready in morning. About half-way through breakfast Annada said, “I don’t like to hear that talking Mommy.”
Once I regained composure I explained to her it’s called rap.
At least we know what kind of music she likes.
Easter photos. Yes, I am really behind.
This week Annada gained an imaginary fairy friend named “Abella”. (Think Isabella except with a soft a to start.) I forget about Abella a lot because Annada doesn’t talk with her out loud.
However, Annada must keep a pretty constant focus on Abella because I she’s pops up out of the blue – usually when I hurt her.
For example, yesterday Annada and I picked up catering for lunch with the summer interns. A man working at Panera carried the bags to my car. When it all didn’t fit in the trunk, he offered to put it in the seat next to Annada. Annada had not mentioned Abella all day.
I had just finished buckling Annada in her car seat when he set the bags next to her.
“Mom!” Annada screamed in anguish. “He’s crushing Abella! Quick, quick. Save Abella. The man blinked, thanked me for my order and walked off. Meanwhile Annada kept yelling, “Abella, are you okay? Mom, help Abella!”
When I picked the bag up Annada asked Abella if she was hurt. Fortunately Annada told me Abella had hid in a crack and survived.
When I asked Annada to describe Abella to me she said, “Abella loves to paint with me. She sleeps with me in my bed but sometimes she sneaks out at night and sleeps with you. Abella snips my food before I eat it. She is a baby fairy. Sometimes if she is very tired she slips into my belly to sleep. (Like a pregnancy.) She is my daughter. I let her in my box to work at school. Only I can hear her.”
Getting ready for the hunt.
Annada and I were playing when she laid on my bed and said she needed a (play) doctor. “What’s wrong with you Annada?” I asked.
“I’m completely destroyed,” she sighed.
Running to the far end - Annada plotted her strategy the night before.
Lately Annada has been wearing her German princess costume a lot. “You can only speak German to me,” she tells me. Then she ignores me if I speak English.
Fortunately, I’ve learned that any words with extra “z’s” in it seems to pass as German.
“Getzz downz stairsz and eat zz breakfastz….”