We all remember Art Linkletter and his weekly struggle with the things kids would say? This has been the week of silliness in our home.
Poppet fell flat on her face the other day. Rather, she fell flat on her nose. She was on the bottom patio step and decided to try to jump from it. Too bad she doesn’t know how to jump and her feet never left the step. Because she had so much faith she would be successful in this attempt, she also neglected to put out her arms to stop her descent. She landed square on her nose and then slid due to the angle from the step. Ouch! We cleaned it up and put on a band-aid. A couple of days later I took of the band-aid and she saw herself in the mirror for the first time.
She studied herself intently. A little finger went to her nose. She turned to me and said, “Nose!”. ”Yes, that’s your nose.” She turns back to the mirror. Staring at this giant scrape across her visage, she turns to me again and says, “FIX IT!” Papa stepped in and explained God would have to fix it!
Later the same day, we were in a store parking lot. Seeing an elderly, stooped over, white-haired man with a cane who must have been in his late 80′s she exclaims “Tucky!” (a pet name for a grandfather figure in her life. Only issue is, Tucky is only 65, plays hockey and baseball, and trust me, looked nothing like this stranger.
The same day she fell on her face she also greeted me after her nap with her gDiaper off her bum and a big grin on her face! Seriously, this is not a promising start to toddler-hood! I know there will be many more moments of laughter, after all, she definitely inherited her father’s personality! I just don’t know how I’ll keep up!
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