It’s easy to breeze through the times when Ess is happy, to let her play on her own when she’s content. There are always adult things to be done: cleaning, bill-paying, paperwork, planning, reading pieces on politics, philosophy, coding… and I have noticed I tend to conflate the important tasks with the urgent tasks. I can usually complete the urgent ones while Ess plays, but with that momentum I find I am sailing into important things and then… not very important things.
At the library, Ess found a toy stethoscope. Listening to its heartbeat sounds, she asked me what it was called and I told her.
Later on she declared that she’s going to have to use the check-up-scope to make sure her stuffed penguin was OK.
Check-up-scope.
“PEANUT!” Ess exclaimed ecstatically from the back seat of the car.
Our confusion gave way to realization: Ess had chewed through to the middle her of apple and saw its seeds.
Some things we eat, some things we don’t.
When the music ends, since it is usually playing from a music library or a streaming radio station, Ess expects another piece to begin playing:
“‘nother hong coming!”
She says it to Mykala, she says it to me. It’s very sweet. I do not recall her once getting upset when we couldn’t make another song start playing. It might be the only thing Ess feels particularly patient about right now. Our very toddlery toddler.
“What does it mean when something is fragile, Ess?”
“You hold it very very gentle and close to your HEART.”
Ess, you are growing up so fast. I love you.
The most toddlery morning: find your almost year-old Easter dress in the closet, put it on over your clothes, then eat a banana on the couch in the sun.
That silicone green half-sphere is a soft-boiled egg maker. Ess uses it as a bed for people. Her Playmobil Friend is in there, and she’s telling me about the mama and the dada taking care of Friend.
There was a giant aquarium in front of us, hence the blue cast.
Mykala has been growing amazing broccoli and bean sprouts. Ess LOVES them and eats them like she’s a little rabbit. Notice how Ess is holding Doctor Toonie’s wing.
Ess decided that Marge the monkey was only going to be able to sleep if Ess arranged every single one of the available towels and washclothes in a tasteful melange about the outside of the crib. Lately, Ess also takes a stuffed animal, puts it down for its nap, and then piles layer after layer of blankets on them. She takes very good care of her charges.
Mykala saw Ess’s head poking up above the back of the couch and immediately ran in to investigate.
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