I love the springtime when dandelions make their appearance. Not just because they bring Ellie such delight in picking them for our table centerpiece, but because of my mom.
My mom was very sick with pneumonia when she was due to have my sister (3_??? years ago). My brother was 3 years old that summer. One day he was enjoying a June day in the backyard, but kept coming to the door and knocking to tell his Mommy something nonsensical, but-very-important-to-a-3-year-old. My Mom was very sick and very pregnant and was continually required to get up and help him open the door every time he knocked. Finally, her patience slipped and she said, “What do you want this time??!!??”
He smiled up at her with his blue eyes and said, “Me just have a flowery for my Mommy.”
I have heard that story my whole life. I have a three year old now who loves to bring her Mommy dandelions and who can’t quite get that back door open by herself when her hands are full. I answer with a smile every time – remembering my Mom’s chagrin for years afterward.
Thanks, Mom, for telling that story – I remember, even on the seemingly endless trips to the backdoor to admire a rock or a leaf or to those lovely dandelions.
Ellie’s play has been deep, deep into pretending and role playing.
Today she was a unicorn. She went in to great detail about herself as the unicorn. (I was sort of listening, but focused more on preparing a salad for dinner.) I heard her say, amidst the endless chatter, that her leg was broken, but Mommy fixed it.
I finished making the salad, chest pumped full of pride, that I, in fact, can even fix a unicorn’s leg.
We were gearing up to play a game of Twister after dinner last night. I told Ryan to be careful not to fall on any little people.
Ellie piped up, “Yeah, cause I might get squished-ded!”
We were driving home a couple of days ago. Ellie said, “Hey, Mama!”
She sounded really excited as if something had just occurred to her.
“I’m still 3!”
Now, I’ve been surprised by my age lately…but she doesn’t have anything to worry about!
Tonight at bedtime Ellie told me, “Jesus died on the cross. That was bad news.”
I’m so glad it is Easter time – she will be so glad to hear the next part of the story!
Ellie was praying for her Daddy last night before bed.
“I pray that Daddy had a good dinner…pizza and salad….chicken and meat….banana bread…fruits and veggies….And he lived hapily ever after. The end.”
At dawn this morning, Ellie was standing by the side of my bed asking for a bologna sandwich with ‘merican cheese.
Remember the “You be the mama polar bear and I’ll be the baby polar bear game”?
She hasn’t mentioned playing that game one time since our “little talk” several weeks back.
Hmmm.
My three year-old’s newest favorite adjective: disgusting.
Actually, it comes out more like, “It’s is-gussss-tig!”
She used it twice today in context, but since it was disgusting I will spare you the details.
Every article of clothing Ellie put on this morning was backwards upon further inspection. Doesn’t bother her one bit! She’s pretty cute with the satin bow that should be in the front of her pants actually on her rear.
