Dear Kid Saturday

Welcome to this week's installment of "Dear Kid." As always, full credit to Christina of Cutest Kid Ever for the fabulous idea. Want to write a "Dear Kid" letter of your very own? Learn more about how to participate here.

Dear chickadee,

You, my friend, are awfully funny these days. This week in particular you were filled with lots of jokes and riddles, as well as your usual hilarious proclamations. The statement of the week was definitely "Mom, your work is so great, you give the whole town a hug with your talent."

We had storms all week. You know what that means… not much napping, lots of concern and heavy discussion about the weather, and some very serious displays of bravery in the face of thunder and lightning. You’re much better able to deal with it this year, though, than you were last year, which is a good thing. ‘Cause storm season is just getting underway, and there are most certainly going to be some tornado sirens in our near future. Hopefully you still think it’s funny for our entire family to hide in the closet in the middle of the night.

Aside from the storms this week was pretty good. Daddy went on a business trip Monday through Wednesday, and you were more concerned about it than I would have expected. You didn’t ask to sleep with me (I was surprised), but you did refuse to talk to Dad on the phone… you’re sort of like the dog that way—punishing people for not being around. We made the best of it, though. Monday night we had one very long Uno tournament (man, you’re really getting good!), and spent a little extra time on stories before bedtime. Lately you like for me to make up stories rather than read our usual books, so we work together on funny adventures for your stuffed puppies. You usually act them out as I tell them. I love it!

Three days this week you insisted that you were absolutely NOT tired at naptime, and then promptly fell asleep on the couch next to me—one time for two hours! When you woke up you insisted that you “weren’t sleeping, just pretending.” Mmmmmmhmmmm… I can’t figure out if your naps are phasing out or if you were just thrown off by Daddy being gone and the weather being weird. I guess time will tell. When the dog came over to give you a little wake-up kiss after one of your couch naps, you started giggling hysterically and said, “I guess she thought I was dead!” My goodness!

You’ve been pretty much in love with Dad since he got back. He hid a stuffed kitty in his suitcase for you, and when he got home, he told you he heard something meowing in there. Another little stuffed friend for your entourage. What’re we up to? Let’s see… there’s Alex, Alex Mae, Mother, Kerf, Perm, Duckhead, Bearhead, Puppy, Other Puppy… and now you’ve decided to name the new kitty “Love.” Excellent choice. It’s kind of funny—you don’t really have any interest at all in dolls that look like people (except sometimes Barbie). You dress up your animals, push them in strollers, put them to bed… they’re always your first choice for playing “family.” And of course, also for playing “pirate.”

By the way, you also did one very amazing straddle roll at gymnastics class yesterday, and I was so excited for you! Yet one more thing you couldn’t do at all just a few weeks ago.

You rock, girlie girl. I’m so proud of you.

Love,
Mommy