See that? It’s a train, and I made it all by myself this morning. My Mama was in the kitchen making me breakfast, and I came over and said, “You want to see my kitty train? I made it, come see it.” I then grabbed her by the hand and I took her over to our little library room to see my masterpiece.
This morning I got the blocks out all by myself, putting them all over the floor. I have done this many times because I love to build with blocks, but I usually just build towers that I make as tall as I can so that I can have an “earthquake” and I make them fall. I do this over and over. This morning, though, I wanted to make a train for my kitty. My Mama says that this was special because I was looking at the blocks and trying to figure out how to make a picture with them in my mind, and then I had to make that picture look like the one in my mind.
I had to get the Jenga blocks first (I took those for my projects instead of the game because they make for good building) to make the bottom part because they are bigger. Then I took the little blocks and built it up, and I put the round one at the front for the “steam” (as I explained to Mama) just like on Thomas the Tank Engine. I love that show, so I wanted to make my little train look like Thomas and Percy. I put the round piece up front so that it could have a “face” just like Thomas, too. Once I was done, it was time for my kitty to be the conductor of the train.
I was so very proud of my work as you can see from the giant smile on my face, and my Mama said she was very proud too and that it showed how my imagination is growing. My imagination is huge, Mama, as you can see from all of the games that I play every day. All that it takes is a bit of mind power, and I’ve got a ton to spare.
Mama and Daddy and me all go out for walks and runs and play sessions outside a lot. I can go and ride on my little balance bike, and I can run as fast as I can, and I can go and play with the bugs under the rocks and throw little rocks into the water near our little house. I love being outside in the warm, warm sun, and I love to feel the ground beneath me when I run so fast, so fast, that no one can catch me… not even the wind can keep up. No one, apparently, but shadow me.
When I was outside last time, I noticed while I was on my little bike and I noticed that a bigger version of me had made the ground dark in the shape of me, but bigger. I said, “what is that?” because I had never noticed that I had another me following me around before. My Daddy stopped me, and he explained that it was my “shadow,” and that it goes everywhere that I go, all over the place. He didn’t get too much into the “how” yet because he said I wouldn’t understand until I was a bit bigger, but he showed me instead how he had a biggggg shadow and that when you lean down really low that you can make shapes with your hands and move your shadow around the way that you want for it to go.
Then I tried it out myself, and I made my hands move all around while my shadow-hands moved with me. Everywhere I moved, they moved, and Daddy was right… I couldn’t get away from my shadow. My Mama says there is a boy who once lost one somehow named Peter that had to have it sewed back on, but she says not to worry because that can’t happen to me. I’m glad, because I like my shadow Dorian. I am never alone as long as I have her with me after all.
My Daddy is so, so smart, and he says he will teach me all sorts of things as I get bigger. As I tell Mama, I am so, so big already that I am practically grown. I have to admit, though, that I still have a lot of things to learn, and my Daddy is the best teacher that I could possibly have as I figure everything out and as I grow.
“All children, except one, grow up.” — J.M. Barrie
Sometimes, when I am feeling very strong and brave, I become a dinosaur, roaring through the house tossing my toys and bearing my very sharp teeth. Other times I am a very gentle kitty, moving around the house quietly slinking around the corners meowing, waiting for Mama and Daddy to pet me or pick me up. I can also be my very favorite type of animal, a doggie, going around the house woofing and sticking out my tongue to pant. When I slide on my belly I look like a snake, slithering and slick.
Right now I am being a raccoon, and I even have the right face for it. Raccoons are very sneaky and they take snacks that they aren’t supposed to, and they can get into things that they shouldn’t be getting into too. Mama says that they are the troublemakers of the animal kingdom. Well, Mama and Daddy, if you think about it, I am always a little bit like a raccoon. I do all of the things that you told me that raccoons do, and sometimes I get into trouble spots too, like when I climb onto the dining room table but can’t get down or like when I balance on very little things on my tippy toes in order to try to get the things further back on the counters. I also put everything in my mouth, and I love lots of different foods like they do. If you just wait until I am a little bit bigger, I will be able to get into more and more and more things and will be more raccoon-like.
Why do you look a bit worried, Mama? Is it because I have frightened you with my raccoon ways? It’s okay, I know what I am doing, because I have become a sneaky, trouble-making expert, but I will be safe and sound… just as long as you guys keep watching out to rescue me over and over again.