introductions

Dear Della,

This morning on the way into school you were BERY hungy. "What do you have for me?", you inquired. "Goldfiss, almonds, raisins, milk?", you continued. I gave you some goldfish but mentioned that we should save the rest until after school as you are always hungry then. I also added that they should be having snack when we get to school and you could eat then. That didn't seem to pacify you.

Once we got to school, the other kids were eating bagels and cream cheese. I pointed it out to you, but you immediately turned your nose up at that and ran off to play.

I heard you talking to Kennedy and mentioning how you both have flowers on. I went over there to say goodbye to you. Here is what you said:

"Kennedy, Kennedy, meet my mom." You gestured with your hands just like adults do and made it seem like a true introduction.
"Here is Cailan. He is so funny."

I love you and the entertaining way you speak,

Mama

sophisticated nose

Dear Della,

Yesterday, we had a nice day lounging around the house and cuddling. It was kinda cold and raining all day plus, I have to admit, Mama will more than a little hung over. Thanks JennRenn! For once, Della, you were more than willing to sit on the couch with me most of the day! How lovely for me.

Anyway, you came into the bathroom after I had been in there for sometime. I see you cover up your nose and you announce, "It stinks in he-uh! Spray somefing!". It did but I found it funny that you were commenting on it. See, you just learned how to breath in through your nose when asked to smell something. We have been working on this concept since you were about 1 and you learned the sign for flower which is sniffing through your nose. Only for you, it has always been exhaling.

You also should not caste stones about bathroom etiquette. You see, my dear daughter, you have taken to wiping your nether regions on the bathmat or shower current if you do not properly wipe. Which is most of the time. This reminds me of story by David Sedaris, but in his tale they had brown towels. We have white, white bathmat, white shower curtain, white washcloths. Some of the aforementioned linens now have mysterious brown marks on them. I am trying to alleviate the use of bleach in our household but it will make an appearance when I wash these tainted items. Your dad may never be able to use them again.

I love you anyway,

Mama

PS - I should also mention here since this post is about the potty that you have spontaneously stopped using your "seat" on the toilet. You now sit on it like a big girl without any prompting by us. This is perhaps why you have been having trouble with the whole wiping thing as you have to balance yourself on the toilet with both hands.

the wine-o

Dear Della,

Here is a snipit from our conversation on the way home from school today:

"I can't drink wine anymore."

"Why?"

"Acuz I have babies in my belly. Two babies."

"You do?"

"Yes, they are crawling in my belly. A boy and a girl. Their names are Henry and Della. So, I can't drink any wine with you."

Some time passes as we drive then,

"I don't have babies anymo'ah. Let's go inside and have some wine."

So, I am sitting here typing this having to fight you over how much of my wine you are drinking. "Just a couple of sips", I say as you try to gulp it then blow as hard as possible on my new soprano recorder.