SIR was concerned. The big people were relaxing on the couch, watching videos on the phone, on the iPad, on the television, after a hard day at work and pre-K. The dog, with his now orange fur, strolled by.
The parents wondered.
"Orange? Why is he orange?"
"He must have gotten into something in the garden."
"Pollen?"
"Sure, it could be pollen. Let me look."
And then, without lifting her eyes from the screen in her lap, not missing a beat, came FlapJilly, participating in the conversation as a fully fledged member of the team.
"Guys. Guys. I spilled my mac and cheese on him."
She's learning about the planets, because pre-K has a curriculum that includes such things. She announced that Saturn is her favorite among them, "because it has rings, just like me!"
She's riding her two wheeler around the neighborhood, propelled by her Daddy on roller blades, kept stable by his steady hands and her training wheels. They zoom down the driveway and she squeals with glee as Grampa and I gasp. She took a spill when we accompanied her to the park; she checked for blood, got back on her bike, and rode home to report to her mother: "I fell off, but I was brave."
Did I mention that she wants to be Merida for Halloween? Since they costume as a family, that means her mother has to be a huge black bear with a crown, while her Dad and Brother get to be Vikings. Still, when your daughter wants to be the hero from a film called Brave, it's hard to say no.
In real life, she's also a girly girl, one who spreads blue eye shadow on her forehead (look to Wonder Woman's makeup for her inspiration) and a different pouffe of blush on each cheek, one whose vanity table is covered with bling.
"Are you blogging? You're giving off a very nice vibe."
"Orange? Why is he orange?"
"He must have gotten into something in the garden."
"Pollen?"
"Sure, it could be pollen. Let me look."
And then, without lifting her eyes from the screen in her lap, not missing a beat, came FlapJilly, participating in the conversation as a fully fledged member of the team.
"Guys. Guys. I spilled my mac and cheese on him."
Being a Big Sister has propelled my grandbaby into Big Girlhood.
She's learning about the planets, because pre-K has a curriculum that includes such things. She announced that Saturn is her favorite among them, "because it has rings, just like me!"
She's riding her two wheeler around the neighborhood, propelled by her Daddy on roller blades, kept stable by his steady hands and her training wheels. They zoom down the driveway and she squeals with glee as Grampa and I gasp. She took a spill when we accompanied her to the park; she checked for blood, got back on her bike, and rode home to report to her mother: "I fell off, but I was brave."
She said yes to the offer of a bandaid, but that might have been a fashion statement,
just as it was here.
Did I mention that she wants to be Merida for Halloween? Since they costume as a family, that means her mother has to be a huge black bear with a crown, while her Dad and Brother get to be Vikings. Still, when your daughter wants to be the hero from a film called Brave, it's hard to say no.
In real life, she's also a girly girl, one who spreads blue eye shadow on her forehead (look to Wonder Woman's makeup for her inspiration) and a different pouffe of blush on each cheek, one whose vanity table is covered with bling.
"Are you blogging? You're giving off a very nice vibe."
Yes, about FlapJilly, I told my husband, and we smiled.
This feisty little human lights up our world.
Photos by jpetersenphotography.com
That child is adorable. And smart!
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