Today, I found the husband’s socks in the couch as I straightened up.
‘Oh, socks.’ Said Pep.
‘Dad’s socks.’ I replied, balling them up.
‘Oh, Dad.’ She said.
‘Can you please put these in the hamper?’ I asked, handing them out to her.
Without question, she took them from me and scampered purposefully away, returning quickly.
I thanked her and gave her a kiss, somewhat incredulous that my tiny baby is, fully, a kid. We’re having conversations (she chatters about colors, shapes, letters, puppies, kitties, ho ho aka Santa, and a host of other topics).
Today, we painted. She declared ‘rainbow!’ and slathered streaks of color about, then asked mom, ‘rainbow song?’ (Somewhere Over the Rainbow ).
She was playing at the table this morning, dropped a toy, grunted dramatically, declared ‘reach’ in a defeated tone (as in ‘can’t reach’). I suggested she pick it up. She gave me a cheesy smile, squinted her eyes and chirped, ‘ mom do it!’.
Christmas is coming, quickly, and I’m busying myself daily doing as much handmaking and gift baking as I can. Every time I haul out the flour, Pep announces, ‘bread!’ and attempts to climb the counters to help.
She occasionally kisses the ornaments on the tree goodnight.
She has figured out that cookies are plentiful right now.
She did not appreciate Santa. She proclaimed, ‘oh no!’ But was excited to wave goodbye. ‘Bye, ho ho!’
This year, Christmas is going to be amazing.
She’s a full blown kid, alright.
I wonder if those socks are in the garbage…..