Things Glory Says to Me

Apr 10, 2008 09:58

I am buckling into her car seat and Glory says, "Great job helping me buckle my car seat, Mommy."

Glory rolls over at 5 am and pokes one eye open and asks, "Where... is... my... baby... elephant?" I tell her, soothingly, "In the living room." She goes back to sleep.

Glory is counting the ladybugs in the Ten Little Ladybugs book: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, twelve, sixteen..."

Glory sits a moment looking out the window then turns to me, "Guess what, Mommy!" I say, gamely, "What?" And she says, "Glory, Zoe, Daddy, all break eggies, mix pancakes, flip pancakes. Gwen, Hannah, Scott make pancakes." And she beams at me. (This is true, we had two sets of girls with two daddies working in the kitchen that day).

Glory looks around randomly day or night and wonders, "Where's my friend Tony?" We ask her where -- she says at work or on the train or in the city. She will also ask for her friend Mommy, her friend Gwennie, and her friend Daddy.

I pick Glory up at pre-preschool and she whooshes up into my arms and hugs me and says, "I so love you!"

I have trouble remembering to write about these things. But they are worth noting down.

ETA:


Normally it's a dinosaur and a volcano. This time it was a shoggoth.

Next up -- Gwen!

parenthood, glory

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