Favorite Things
/Another kid vid. Aptly named "Favorite Things" since most of my favorite things are herein singing.
P.S. Poor Little Man, per usual.
Originally uploaded by shamrox
Another kid vid. Aptly named "Favorite Things" since most of my favorite things are herein singing.
P.S. Poor Little Man, per usual.
Originally uploaded by shamrox
"Tell me about you and daddy." "Okay. Daddy and I met in college. I thought Daddy was so cute. He wore red Cons. I went up to him and said, 'Hi, what's your name?' and he said, 'Hi, I'm John Lee,' and then I said, 'Nice to meet you, I'm Kendra.'"
"Kendra Stannnnton Lee."
"Yup."
"And was I there? Was Tatum and I at college, too?"
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Oh my girl. So precocious and absorbent. You have so many pieces of the puzzle already. I love to help you lock them all into place. I love to be a captive audience to your discovery, as you stand back and see the story that the big picture reveals....
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This last weekend, Loverpants gamely drilled drainage into the basket I bought at the Container Store (aka Oooweeeheavenisaplaceonearth) because, I guess it needed some more drainage holes. But you know how boys like to play with their toys just because...
...and girls, too, for that matter.
(p.s. How much of a second child is Little Man all gnawing on his comb?)
I've just mastered the crab-leg crawl and I'm working on the whole pull-to-standing. But what I really find thrilling is to be propped in standing position. You can see so much more than when you're sitting!!! The things I mainly like to look at are: a.) Trucks b.) Anything my sister is doing, and especially if she is playing with trucks
I still cry when my mama leaves me with the nanny, but not for long. And now that the weather is nicer, I can go on the swings which makes me giggle as I catch air. I'm told my giggle could melt the snow off the Himalayas. Whatever that is.
There are a lot of things that make me a charismatic boy (I'm told, heh), including my irresistible dimples, my fierce helmet, the way I lean my head on your shoulder to snuggle, and my repetitive sing-songs. But when I start clapping on command, like when anyone says the word "clap," or even if someone points to a clock and says "clock" and I bust out like a monkey clapping two cymbals? Aw, I'm a charmer.
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