Dear Sonia,
It's quite a milestone, my little niece. You can tell Mommy and Daddy all about what you did during the day. It's so good and accurate that they even wonder if it could possibly be right - and then they check the Nanny-Log to see if you are correct, and you are!
Yesterday, you reported that you'd been to story-time.
Mom: "What did you do today?"
You: "Miss Missy."
Mom: "You went to story time at the library?"
You: Nod with "Mmmm" (you refuse to say yes for some reason)
Then you reported what the book was about.
Mom: "What was the story about?"
You: "Pumpkins."
Mom: "The story was about pumpkins? Cool!"
You: Nod with "Mmmmm"
A check of the Nanny-Log shows the book was titled something about scarecrows, so we are assuming there were pumpkins involved in the field.
Then you said you went to the park. This is where the doubt crept in, since it poured rain all day where Mommy works.
Mom: "Then what did you do?"
You: "Park."
Mom: "You went to the park? What did you do there?"
You: "Swing."
Dad: "She told me the same thing. I have no idea why. It rained all day."
Mom: "Maybe it didn't rain here. Sonia, you really went to the park?"
You: "Park. Swing." Thinking: What is wrong with these people?
Another check of the Nanny-Log shows that you did indeed go to the park and go on the swings. So there you go. You know what you're talking about.
You are 18 months old next Monday. Quite the little reporter. Very smart. I love it! Mommy says you are hilarious every day. She's interested to see how much you've grown when you go for your 18-month doctor visit. She thinks you're taller, but we aren't so sure about fatter. She keeps trying to sneak fat into your diet. But you just like the skinny-making foods.
Each day, Mommy asks you what you want for breakfast. Sometimes you say "Oatmeal" which Mommy only thinks you want because you get to get the packets out of the cupboard yourself. Sometimes you say "Waffle". Sometimes you say "Pancake." One day this week, you said "Turkey. Mustard." You had had that for dinner the night before and loved dipping the turkey pieces in the mustard, apparently. Mommy told you no way, Jose, no turkey and mustard for breakfast. Personally, I would've given it to you - who cares what you eat when? But, you quickly had Plan B all set in your head, because when Mommy said "No, you are not have turkey and mustard for breakfast," you said "Oatmeal." Nice try though. Try that with apple pie in high school. Nana let me do it!
Okay, chickie. Gotta go. I have to work. I'm headed for Turkey myself (although without the mustard) on Friday. Yay for travelling vacations for Auntie K!
Love you,
Auntie K
