Wishing Robin a Happy 50th Birthday
This one requires a little explanation. Mykala was out and I was home with Ess, and she needed a bath. But Ess insisted that this picture of Mama (made for a musical Mykala choreographed; we don’t just laminate pictures of ourselves around here) follow her around for her bath. So, the picture watched over Ess while she was in the tub, and came along while she got dried off and warmed up.
Eating salted caramel coconut ice cream for Mykala’s birthday.
If you ask Ess to say “snake” she’ll say “tank”. She usually drops the sibilant “S” sound at the beginning of words; if we really try to get her to say it, she’ll go with the “sh” phoneme.
If you ask her to say “Sammy the Snake” you get “Hammy the Tank”.
“Hey Essie, can you come sit on my lap to read the book?”
“No, I have to see it from far away.”
“Essie, what color is Dada’s hair?”
“Brown, like a moose!”
“Essie, tell Monkey Marge to say goodnight to Dada.”
“Goodnight, Dada. … ooh ooh aah aah.”
How many birds are in that pear tree?
Very tired after a long Christmas Day. Notice Essie’s blue and pink toothbrushes. They are her friends, she shows them things, and their names are “Bluey” and “Pink Toothbrush”.
“Todd!” Ess knows what Todd Parr’s books look like.
Essie’s first time out with snowpants.
A few nights ago, Mykala drove us around to look at Christmas lights. Ess sang Christmas songs in the back. She took off her boots and then her socks, like she always does. Then she told us about how one of her feet was cold:
“Mama foot cold. Mama foot not under the blanket. Mama foot is cold.”
“Ess, did you take off your boot?”
*30 seconds of silence*
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