I have a baby
and tie dye
Mozely Reed Jackson 7/22/10 8lbs 1oz
Amaya woke me up at 3am a few nights ago with a very urgent whisper:
“Mommy, I have to tell you something. It’s important.”
I immediately woke up and said, “What is it?”
“I’m going to college and I’ll need someone special to look after my toys.”
The next day she was looking at a picture of the two of us and she said, very seriously to herself, “I’m going to miss you so much when I go away to college” and stroked the picture lovingly.
On her birthday Amaya started developing an English accent. Every question ends with an inflection. And R’s have lost their harshness.
Ruby and Max:
“Ruby, tell me that it’s time to go to bed,” she says.
“It’s time to go to bed,” I reply.
“Say, ‘It’s time to go to bed, MAX.”
And this goes on for hours.
4-year-olds are all about drama.
Just that puts him miles ahead of most of the (hu)man race.
Here’s to another 9 x 9 years (and longer) with him.
She loves “Coraline”, which I’m sure you know is creepy, and loves to put on her boots and go outside “like Coraline.” She even has a yellow jacket she can wear on colder days.
We rented Tim Burton’s version of “Alice in Wonderland” and she requested it every day. She was totally into it, which surprised me, since it’s not actually a cartoon. She talks about it and started reciting bits of Jabberwocky, in a funny, low voice.
After we started reading James and the Giant Peach she’s been carefully carting spiders around like they’re her friends.
She’s never had nightmares (knock, knock) and seems genuinely interested in the battles of good and evil. One of her favorite games is to put her bows and arrows (clothes hangers) over her shoulder, or march out with her sword and go fight some imaginary evil.
Amaya has more anxiety about going to primary than she does any fire-breathing monster. Sitting through singing time, lessons, and getting treats with other 3-4 year olds has become all of our worst nightmares.