Sunday, July 25, 2010
Your Many (Cutie) Faces
YOU HAVE SUCH A CUTE FACE! Here's four of my favorites from Nana and Papa's visit. Still smiling with your eyes. And here's hoping you don't have to wear a paper hat for work, ever. Love you!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Me, Myself & I
Dear Sonia,
Yesterday, your Nana asked you who you love. And you started the list. Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Papa, and then you said Sonia. Apparently you usually do this.
But then, you paused for a minute and said "I love myself!" This is good in two ways. First, you've been taught to love yourself. Hold onto that one, girly. It'll serve you well. The second reason this is good is because you have fully grasped the concept of "myself". You've had "mine" down for a while, which is pretty normal. But to definitely say "I love Sonia" and then recognize that "Sonia" is "me" and that "I love me" means "I love myself" and use the pronoun properly is awesome. Good job!
You also, this week, put on a show for about 10 people singing an entire medley of nursery rhyme songs including Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Mary Had a Little Lamb. (That last one is tough, though. You can't really get past "Mary had a little lamb" to the "fleece is white as snow" part. You even pointed this out to your mom. "Mommy, don't know that one. Hard for me." Good to know one's areas for growth.)
I'm not that jealous that Nana and Papa are hanging out with you because I get to soon. Next month. Can't wait.
Love you,
Auntie K
Yesterday, your Nana asked you who you love. And you started the list. Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Papa, and then you said Sonia. Apparently you usually do this.
But then, you paused for a minute and said "I love myself!" This is good in two ways. First, you've been taught to love yourself. Hold onto that one, girly. It'll serve you well. The second reason this is good is because you have fully grasped the concept of "myself". You've had "mine" down for a while, which is pretty normal. But to definitely say "I love Sonia" and then recognize that "Sonia" is "me" and that "I love me" means "I love myself" and use the pronoun properly is awesome. Good job!
You also, this week, put on a show for about 10 people singing an entire medley of nursery rhyme songs including Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Mary Had a Little Lamb. (That last one is tough, though. You can't really get past "Mary had a little lamb" to the "fleece is white as snow" part. You even pointed this out to your mom. "Mommy, don't know that one. Hard for me." Good to know one's areas for growth.)
I'm not that jealous that Nana and Papa are hanging out with you because I get to soon. Next month. Can't wait.
Love you,
Auntie K
Friday, July 9, 2010
So you have this
I have always loved this photo of you on Christmas morning, 2008. You were only 8 months old but your face was so full of expression already. I just wanted you to have this photo.
Love you!
Love you!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Parades are not Forever
Dear Sonia,
You went to your first parade (that you remember anyway). You loved it. You liked the fire trucks and the ambulance and the candy all the folks were throwing. Your mom said they threw BUCKETS of candy - way more than in Chelmsford.
You DID NOT, however, like the Chick-Fil-A cow. He was scary. He waved at you. Mom told you to look because a cow was coming and you probably figured she meant a real cow, not one walking on two legs looking weird. I mean, look at this photo. He's weird!
Actually, honey, now that I look at the photo, he's not that weird. I think you were just taken by surprise. But Daddy bundled you up in his lap and talked you through it and you managed to wave to the cow and not cry. Good job!
On the walk home, which your mom almost couldn't do because she let her pregnant feet hang off some wall in the 87 degree heat for too long and they got all swollen, you said "Not go home. More parade." Your mom had to explain that the parade people had also gone home because parades don't last forever.
I'm glad you had a good 4th of July. It's my favorite holiday - even more than Christmas.
Your Nana and Papa will be there tomorrow for 10 whole days! Enjoy them. I think you will. You love your Nana and Papa!
Love,
Auntie K
You went to your first parade (that you remember anyway). You loved it. You liked the fire trucks and the ambulance and the candy all the folks were throwing. Your mom said they threw BUCKETS of candy - way more than in Chelmsford.
You DID NOT, however, like the Chick-Fil-A cow. He was scary. He waved at you. Mom told you to look because a cow was coming and you probably figured she meant a real cow, not one walking on two legs looking weird. I mean, look at this photo. He's weird!
Actually, honey, now that I look at the photo, he's not that weird. I think you were just taken by surprise. But Daddy bundled you up in his lap and talked you through it and you managed to wave to the cow and not cry. Good job!
On the walk home, which your mom almost couldn't do because she let her pregnant feet hang off some wall in the 87 degree heat for too long and they got all swollen, you said "Not go home. More parade." Your mom had to explain that the parade people had also gone home because parades don't last forever.
I'm glad you had a good 4th of July. It's my favorite holiday - even more than Christmas.
Your Nana and Papa will be there tomorrow for 10 whole days! Enjoy them. I think you will. You love your Nana and Papa!
Love,
Auntie K
Monday, June 21, 2010
It was too dark
Dear Sonia,
Even armed with the protective forces against evil of your Daddy and Uncle S, you did not successfully eat a meal at Rainforest Cafe.
You said you cried because it was too dark.
I said you didn't have to go there ever again until you were a grown up.
Your mommy said perhaps not even then. (Shows what confidence she has in you!)
Some things are just too much, right?
Love,
Auntie K
Even armed with the protective forces against evil of your Daddy and Uncle S, you did not successfully eat a meal at Rainforest Cafe.
You said you cried because it was too dark.
I said you didn't have to go there ever again until you were a grown up.
Your mommy said perhaps not even then. (Shows what confidence she has in you!)
Some things are just too much, right?
Love,
Auntie K
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Call me back!
Dear Sonia,
Tonight, while I was eating dinner, my phone rang. I ignored it since I was eating and reading and having a nice quiet moment in my day.
I went to see who called and I had a voicemail from you. It went like this:
"Hello Auntie Karen!"
"I'm eating dinner!"
"What are you doing?"
"Call me back!"
And then you hung up. Cutest little message in the world. Turns out you had tortellini for dinner.
Uncle S is coming to visit you tomorrow and you are going swimming with him and perhaps back to the Rainforest Cafe, although it made you howl with fear the first time you went with Mommy and your friend T and his mommy. Apparently, you decided that if your Daddy was there, all would be okay and you could go back. So, armed with the double protection of Daddy and Uncle S, you may venture again to the place of loud animated animals, fake lightening storms and walls made of fish tanks. Good luck, my adventurous (but trembling with fear) niece.
Have a great visit with Uncle S. Then, as you can now recite, Nana and Papa come in July and then I come in August! Yay. A parade of Boston visitors for you this summer.
Love,
Auntie K
Tonight, while I was eating dinner, my phone rang. I ignored it since I was eating and reading and having a nice quiet moment in my day.
I went to see who called and I had a voicemail from you. It went like this:
"Hello Auntie Karen!"
"I'm eating dinner!"
"What are you doing?"
"Call me back!"
And then you hung up. Cutest little message in the world. Turns out you had tortellini for dinner.
Uncle S is coming to visit you tomorrow and you are going swimming with him and perhaps back to the Rainforest Cafe, although it made you howl with fear the first time you went with Mommy and your friend T and his mommy. Apparently, you decided that if your Daddy was there, all would be okay and you could go back. So, armed with the double protection of Daddy and Uncle S, you may venture again to the place of loud animated animals, fake lightening storms and walls made of fish tanks. Good luck, my adventurous (but trembling with fear) niece.
Have a great visit with Uncle S. Then, as you can now recite, Nana and Papa come in July and then I come in August! Yay. A parade of Boston visitors for you this summer.
Love,
Auntie K
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