We spoke with Grandma Joyce on the phone last night. Reid had quite a bit to say (the stars must have been aligned just right :+). When Grandma Joyce asked Reid where Daddy was, Reid stated quite firmly, “My Daddy!” When asked the where-abouts of other people, Reid stuck to her “My Daddy!” response. In Communications, we call that “staying on message” – sort of like a politician saying over and over whatever s/he wants people to remember in response to a series of questions. Reid did the same sort of thing when Aunt Karin asked to speak to Ken the other night. I’m not sure if it’s possessiveness or just fear over what he’ll tell people about her!
Archive for September 15th, 2006
Ken has a mini stick and puck on his bookcase by the bed. Yesterday, Reid picked up both the stick and puck for the first time and immediately started shooting the puck around the bedroom. She has picked up the stick and has swung it around before – I thought she might end up as a goon – but now I think she just must have not seen the puck. She could still be the next “Great One”, as long as we can find someone to be the goon that threatens anyone who tries to hurt her. I think Ken would take on that role if they would let him play on her team.
I guess we need to teach her to skate if we’re going to be hockey parents :+)