kid....kiiiddd!!!

Dear Della,

For the past few months, you have liked role playing with me. "You kid and I mama," is usually how you begin. For the most of yesterday, I was the kid and I knew that because you would call for me with. "Kid.....KIIIIDDD". So, when you came into our room this morning and the roles continued I was not surprised.

At 6:12am (I know because I always look at the clock when you wake me up), Daddy brought you into bed and you announced that "I wanna tell stowy wif 2 bad guys, kid". Why would I deny you such a gift even if I was secretly begging that you would go back to sleep? "Once upon a time," is how your story began and it ended with "and they lived happily ever after". I am unsure about the middle portion partially because I was so sleepy but mostly because it was hard to follow what you were saying. I did know that the story didn't include any bad guys which I asked you about. You continued the story and it contained Feeping Beauty, Cindawewa and Awiew.

I have never heard you talking so much to us. We do hear you narrate story lines when you are playing with your toys. It actually gives us good reads on where you are and what you are up to because your voice carries so well as it usually goes up several octaves but am never able to understand what you are actually saying.

Anyway, thanks for the stories this morning. I hope to hear more of them.

I l0ve you,

Mama

iwannachoose

Dear Della,

An excerpt from our last conversation tonight:

"Que sera, sera wha..."

"iwannachoose"

"What?"

"I want to choose"

"Oh, do you want me to sing Que Sera or Edelweiss?"

"Que sewa!"

I love you,

Mama

my birthday

Dear Della,

Yesterday, we celebrated my birthday a little early by having our family over for brunch. You were most excited about seeing Michael, and he seemed most excited about our bedroom ceiling fan.

You helped me open my gifts and promptly took away the items you liked the most. The flower sachets went into your closet to make your clothes smell good. The soap, that you correctly identified as the Eiffel Tower, went in and out of the box until I put them away not wanting them to turn to soap dust.

In the evening while we watched Spiderman 2, in between bursts of "Peta Pawker is Spidaman!" and "why, why, why", you mentioned that I did not get any toys for my birthday. "No, I didn't get any toys", I responded but left it at that. You proclaimed that you were going to ask Santa for toys. I think that is a great idea. Besides, if I got toys for my birthday, I probably wouldn't want to share them!.

Love,

Mama