Archive for September 11th, 2006

Clio has the patience of a saint

Monday, September 11th, 2006

This afternoon, Reid decided that Clio needed a hug. I tried to convince her that a kiss would be better but she gave both. It’s not easy for a toddler to hug a cat who is round like Clio but Reid isn’t daunted by a challenge. Clio took the hug as an indication it was time to eat some kibble (which might explain the roundness ;+)

Tonight, before bed, Reid took a t-shirt and covered Clio up saying, “Clio s’eeping”. Clio waited a bit to be rescued and then jumped off of the bed and went and laid near where Ken was doing laundry. Reid followed, carrying the t-shirt and covered her once again. Then, to add insult to injury, she tried to lay beside Clio and put her arm around her – or maybe she was going to lay on top of Clio – I intervened but only enough to get Reid away and grab the camera to take a photo. Ken said we are both awful. Clio still loves us.  Clio being covered up

Talking to Dylan

Monday, September 11th, 2006

I called Mom’s tonight after supper. Melissa was there with Dylan and as soon as Reid heard me say “Hi, Dylan,” she wanted to talk. We prompted them a bit to say “hello” and “I love you”. Dylan’s voice was quiet but not Reid’s. I’m not sure how long he was actually on the phone but for several minutes Reid yelled into the phone, “Dynon! Dynon!” When I told Reid that Dylan had to leave to go home to bed, she immediately said, “Mama’s turn” and handed me the phone.

Things I learned about Reid on Thursday

Monday, September 11th, 2006

1. Someone other than me has taught Reid about “kepup” (ketchup) and she insists on having it on her hot-en-dog. Gone are the days of Reid and Mama sharing a hot dog with mustard. 
2. Even though I may say an Italian sausage is a hot dog, she will not swallow it if it is spicy but will open her mouth and fuss until I remove the offending food. (Note: I didn’t know it was spicy when I gave it to her. Melissa told me they were mild and I believed her.)
3. While I can’t force her to take a potty break, I *can* force her to stay on the linoleum if she won’t. Cleaning up the pee from the carpet is a much bigger hassle. 

This little light of mine – a daddy’s dedication

Monday, September 11th, 2006

I have never doubted Ken’s dedication to Reid but the depth of it was brought home to me one morning this weekend when she insisted that he read/sing her board book, ”This little light of mine” at the crack of dawn. (She has a strong sense of timing.) I don’t think he had ten words that morning before he started to sing. She loved it and I loved him for doing it. He is a good daddy and she is a lucky girl (me, too).