Where’d he go?

Several hours after Daddy left my parents’ house to go take the Bar Exam, Little Sis lay on the floor while I changed her diaper.  She looked up at me with a quizzical expression and said,

“Dada?”

After fifteen months of almost constant interaction with Little Sis, I knew immediately what she meant, and quickly responded.

“Oh sweetheart, Daddy did leave, and he’ll be gone for a while, but he will come back.”

Diaper changed and question answered, she toddled off to play, satisfied.  I smiled and rejoiced in the magic of communication.

Take a bite Snow White

Big Sis lay on the kitchen floor eating an apple.  Wondering why she would choose a prone position for eating, I stopped washing dishes to watch.  My silent curiousity was soon satisfied.  Big Sister bit into the rosy red apple and dramatically flung her arm out, sending the apple rolling accross the floor.  She lay motionless with her eyes closed for a moment before retrieving the apple and finishing it with obvious enjoyment.

Old enough

“Mom, how old are you?”

Big Sis piped up from the back seat of our little car.  I told her my age.  What, you think I’m going to tell you?  I’m not very old.  But her response was,

“Wow!  That’s OLD!”  After a brief pause, she added,

“But not old enough to die.”

Roaring over breakfast

Daddy recently taught Little Sis to roar, and she is delighted to perform for us when we ask her what lions and tigers say.  This morning, I read the girls a retelling of the story of David and Goliath.  As I was reading, Little Sis looked up from her high chair and said “rawhr” in her gruff growly voice.  I was confused for a moment, and then realized that I had just read that there was a war between the Philistines and the Israelites.  I think Sis heard “roar.”

The Fast and the Curious

I sat down to repair something, turning away from my little bag of sewing tools for only a moment.  A moment was all it took.  I turned to see Little Sister holding my tomato pincushion in one hand and a handful of pins in the other, with more pins around her on the floor.  I hadn’t even done anything yet, and she’d already pulled apart my sewing kit!  I’m just grateful she was not quite fast enough to get any pins in her mouth.  With that kind of reaction time, maybe she’ll become a pilot.  Or a mom.  That takes lightning-fast reflexes too.