Saturday, June 30, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
You at Two
The words edition ...
You call your stethoscope a saxophone.
You think Eore is a dinosaur. You love reading the book about the dinosaur that lost his tail.
Your most favourite thing to say is Frances all by herself (or no thanks mama, no help needed). It applies to everything.
Your grasp of some words, like too and all and everybody, is pretty spectacular. You use them in the right context every time.
You have the very best pronunciation of your name: Frances Moon Koala-breeze (Calabrese). You'll correct us when we call you peanut or munchkin: No, I Frances Moon Koala-breeze!
You've mastered Twinkle, Twinkle, Baa, Baa Black Sheep and the Farmer in the Dell. Sometimes you'll sing whatever it is you're thinking about to the tune of the Farmer in the Dell. This morning we made a tent and so you sang the blanket in the sky, the blanket in the sky, hi ho the dairy-o, the blanket in the sky.
When I was putting you to bed last night, you asked Mama say shhh, shhh? So I did for a bit and when I stopped you picked up where I left off and shhhed yourself the rest of the way to sleep.
You've started to say I love you, out of the blue and at the funniest times, like when I go into a store first and you and your Dad come in a minute later, Oh hi mama, I love you.
You call your stethoscope a saxophone.
You think Eore is a dinosaur. You love reading the book about the dinosaur that lost his tail.
Your most favourite thing to say is Frances all by herself (or no thanks mama, no help needed). It applies to everything.
Your grasp of some words, like too and all and everybody, is pretty spectacular. You use them in the right context every time.
You have the very best pronunciation of your name: Frances Moon Koala-breeze (Calabrese). You'll correct us when we call you peanut or munchkin: No, I Frances Moon Koala-breeze!
You've mastered Twinkle, Twinkle, Baa, Baa Black Sheep and the Farmer in the Dell. Sometimes you'll sing whatever it is you're thinking about to the tune of the Farmer in the Dell. This morning we made a tent and so you sang the blanket in the sky, the blanket in the sky, hi ho the dairy-o, the blanket in the sky.
When I was putting you to bed last night, you asked Mama say shhh, shhh? So I did for a bit and when I stopped you picked up where I left off and shhhed yourself the rest of the way to sleep.
You've started to say I love you, out of the blue and at the funniest times, like when I go into a store first and you and your Dad come in a minute later, Oh hi mama, I love you.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
You Are Two
Birthday seriousness
More
Little sailor
Bubbles
Thinking
Colouring
Boat making
Still making
Surely conspiring
One dadda, two bubble wands, four babes
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Happy Birthday Little Bug
Dear Frances,
Tomorrow you turn two. Not three
months or six months or one year, but two. When I look at you now it seems that
I can see you so easily at three and four and five. It takes my breath away. Because
time passes so quickly. Because the little girl I see is so smart and
independent and loving and full of all of the very best parts of life. Because you continue to be the greatest gift, the most inspiring gift, I could ever imagine. Happiest of second birthdays little bug.
So much love,
Your Mamma
Photos courtesy of Petersfield Park, serendipity and Ian Harte
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