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I’m Going to have a Tea Party, Too! Historical Boston and the Round and Round Machine


Today was “history day” according to Mama and Daddy. Daddy tells me that Boston is a really old city and that it has a lot of history in the making of our country. All that I know is that where we went was beautiful all around us… both the old and the new.

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We went to the Boston Common, Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall, the U.S.S. Constitution, and the site of the Boston Massacre, walking most of Boston’s Freedom Trail. There were a lot of fights a long time ago in Boston in order to make us our own country, and we walked over the ground at a lot of places where people fought and left the Earth in order to earn us that freedom. Our U.S.S. Constitution and our Declaration of Independence both came from this according to my Daddy, and he said that one day I would understand what those mean and that the things that I am able to do in our country came partially from the ground that we walked today. The spirit of Boston was here, and I could feel it, even though there were a lot of people walking around going to work who were so busy that they didn’t even seem to see everything around us. They appreciate it, though, I know, because are able to do all of those busy things because of the Founding Fathers, the fathers of all of us Americans, came before us and helped us to be able to do the things that we are able to do today.

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After going through the old buildings full of food and shops, we went to a carousel. I have ridden a carousel with my big sister Addie at the museum a long time ago, but this was a big one that was outside and full of different types of animals. It wasn’t old like the other things that we had seen—it was new, and bright, and beautiful in a different way.

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Mama, Daddy and me went on a ship that rocked back and forth since I am not big enough to go on the animals yet. It went really fast, but I wasn’t scared because I’m brave… well, maybe just a little scared, but I didn’t show it at all.

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Then we went over a big bridge that Mama and Daddy said was scary because you could see the water below on part of it. Right before the scary water part, there was a sign on the ground saying “Acrophobia Friendly Zone,” which Mama and Daddy said was funny because that means a fear of heights.

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We had to go over that bridge, though, to get to the U.S.S. Constitution and museum in the Charleston Navy Yard. Daddy was excited because he was in the Navy a long time ago and loves the history of the Navy, although he said that the boat that he was on was way newer and bigger than the Constitution and was called the USS Theodore Roosevelt, which is an “air craft carrier.” He says that I’ll get to see one of those someday, too.

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All day I got to work on getting stamps in my little National Passport Book from the National Park Service. Mama and Daddy got me one in California so that I could have stamps from all of the National Park Places that I get to go to all the way through my lifetime. They said I’ll appreciate it one day, but for right now, it is in safe keeping with them because they know that I slobber on all of my little books from my bookshelf.


Our day ended with us seeing all of the lights around the city light up as the sun went down and seeing the Bunker Hill Monument in the background. It was very cold but very pretty, and then we were on the way home on the T train so that I could get warm and rest. We appreciate you, Boston, and how helped to make us into the country that we are today. I really like being free—I don’t even like being held back from climbing—and the people who have come before us in Boston have helped me to be able to climb higher and higher, as high as I want.

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Giant Lego Blocks and Rows of Books Longer Than I Can See. The Boston Public Library

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On our first full day in Boston, we went walking around all over the place, just looking at all of the beautiful buildings in the city. We took the big train and then went and went and went. I was so excited that I hardly took a nap all day long—I was too busy to be bothered with sleep.

We mostly stayed outside, but when we got to a big building that had a large entranceway we stopped. I heard Mama say that she had wanted to go to that building, the Boston Public Library, for a long time. Mama explained that libraries in the middle of really big cities hold a lot of history and that they were made to be peaceful and beautiful places just to be. She explained that they are usually places for quiet “reflection” and for work, and that is not really what I am good at yet.

First, though, Mama and Daddy sat in front of a big fountain with their coffee and my juice. I looked around at all of the people working and at the buildings all around me. Mama told me that this was called a courtyard and that it was a one of those beautiful places just to be. I love water, so what I really wanted to do was to swim, but Mama said some places with water are for looking and not swimming. I don’t understand—they should all be places to splash I think.

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Then Mama wandered off. She does that a lot because she gets her mind really into things (Daddy calls that being spacey, but Mama tells me that her mind just goes to a lot of places at the same time, and I understand, because sometimes I am thinking about my juice, my noodles, and my veggie dogs all at the same time, and I can’t seem to fit them all into my mouth together).

Daddy told Mama that he was going to take me to the children’s department. I’ve been to the little children’s section of the library down the street from where we live, but this was much different. It was open and huge, and there were so, so many books. I love to be read to, but I have been having a hard time lately wanting to hold the books away from the person reading, so Mama and Daddy have to read me really, really short books with only a few words on a page at a time right now.

The library had toys along with the books, too. They even had those little ball things on the twisty lines that you can move around to different places over and over again. Daddy and I played, and a wonderful lady came by and spoke to me and gave me and the other little people big Lego blocks to play with. I even learned to share a little with a kid bigger than me. I handed him blocks and he made bridges out of the blocks that I gave to him.

Before I knew it, though, I was so worn out from playing that Mama and Daddy knew it was time to go. I crawled out all by myself following Daddy, and then I shouted goodbye all the way with the giant echo voice that I had in that big, big building. Then I fell asleep, dreaming happily in my little stroller about the giant place that holds so, so many words in rows and rows and rows of books.

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The World is a Beautiful Canvas… Big, Big Crayons All for Me.

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Daddy and I went to the store the other day and bought crayons. We had crayons in the house already and I have seen my big sisters doing something called coloring where they make pictures pretty, but I have never had them in my hands for very long before because Mama told me that I wasn’t quite ready for the little ones yet and that I would crush them with my little hands. Daddy got me big, wide ones made for me. They are something called “washable,” which my Mama says is really important because I don’t know what to make art on and what not to make art on yet.

They fit my hands just right, and I can put them against the giant paper pad that Daddy bought and color appears. Daddy sat and showed me how, and he even drew me a picture that Mama read and told me says “I love Dorian” with little sunshines and hearts on it.


I don’t really get how to do it yet, though, because when I put my hand against the paper I get little lines that you can barely see, and when Daddy or Mommy does it, they get bright and darker color on the paper. I sat right on the table, my favorite place to sit (which worries Mama silly) and I drew. I didn’t make any pictures, but I did get some scribbles on there for all the world to see. Daddy said that it is beautiful because all art is beautiful, and it is my creation so he loves it… even though it is barely there.

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I love my new crayons most, though, because I can put them in the box and take them back out again, over and over and over. I can also scoot around with them in my hands and they are easy to hold on to. Later, when my hands work more like I want for them to, I can make crayon art like my big sisters, and I will make beautiful pictures like the ones that I see in my dreams. Until then, my crayon friends, you can nap in the box and I will get you out to play and to practice.

The Calm My Sisters Bring Me…

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I love all of my family, but two of my very favorite people in the entire world are my sisters. Mama tells me that I am a little girl just like them but smaller, and I know that they are both people that I should look up to and to learn from as I get bigger. I feel a sense of peace and calm when my sisters are around and loving me or playing with me. If I touch them, especially if we are sleepy, I feel like I am safe.

My big, big sister Lilli is a born actress and artist. She can become any type of person that she wants to, she can sing at the top of her lungs, and she can write and draw. She is born to be a person that commands attention from others, and she is a born leader. I know that I can learn to be in charge when I need to from her, and I have already found my own singing voice. I have also learned to be assertive (Mama says that I am a bit stubborn like Daddy can be) when I need to be, too.

My big sister Addie is a bundle of light and smiles, and when she is around I can’t help but giggle at her. She loves to play and imagine, and she loves to be a little bit of everywhere all at once. She is learning the drums, and her voice can be just as loud as the drum sounds when she wants them to be. Mama says that she doesn’t have volume control of her voice yet. I understand that because I can be really, really loud when I want attention. Overall, Addie is a big ball of happy and energy, and I love to be around her.

Both of them together, even though they fight sometimes, are teaching me the meaning of sisterhood and love. They love each other fiercely, and I see them play and laugh and help each other. I see Lilli teach Addie how to do new things, and I see Addie give Lilli the reminder that she still needs to play even though she is getting bigger. I know that there is something special about the bond between girls that are growing up together, and I know that there is something wonderful about having sisters that love you and support you. Together we are three peas in a pod, sisters standing up strongly and ready to take on the world.

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Sometimes Others Make you Feel Special and Wonderful… The Liebster Award. :)


Today my Mama told me that I had been nominated for an award called the “Liebster Award.” Mama let me know that this was an award given to new bloggers by other bloggers that have read what they have created. It’s really wonderful to be recognized, especially when you are new to the Earth. I won a contest a bit ago, and now I have an award—all before I am a year old. My Mama says that she is really proud of me and that I am to do great things in my lifetime. Thank you, Regular Indian Girl, for nominating me.

Mama loves reading blogs and sometimes reads them to me, and she said that A Regular Indian Girl’s blog is one of the ones that she enjoys reading the most. She doesn’t read her blog to me because she says that many of the posts are things that I would not understand yet, but she says that she speaks about the strength of women a lot, so I am sure that I will love reading her blog when I get bigger and my brain is ready. Her blog can be found here:

http://aregularindiangirl.wordpress.com. Please check out her wonderful blog. ☺

Mama says that there are rules for accepting this award. I don’t understand rules and hardly even understand that word “no” that Mama and Daddy say when I am getting close to breakable things or when I am moving to the puppy’s water bowl, so my Mama is going to have to help me with this one.

Here are the rules:
1. Thank the Liebster Award presenter who nominated you and link back to his or her blog.
2. Post 11 facts about yourself, answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
3. Nominate small (no more than 200 followers) blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know that they have been chosen.
4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
5. No tag-backs, meaning you can’t just re-nominate the person who nominated you.

Whew… that’s a lot of stuff to do. This may take until after my next nap. I guess that the next thing that I need to do is to share 11 things about me. Here goes…

1. My favorite food right now is my Daddy’s homemade sweet potatoes. My Daddy puts a bit of brown sugar in them, carrots, and apples, and just a touch of pink salt. Mama says that they taste good enough for her to eat and that Daddy is a great cook.

2. I grab everything that is around me, and I am always looking for more things to do. My Daddy calls me “inquisitive,” whatever that means. All that I know is that the word “no” comes up a lot when I am being “inquisitive” and that Mama and Daddy run really fast to scoop me up every time that they say it.

3. I am tall for my age, in the 90th percentile, but my Mama and Daddy aren’t tall. If I keep growing this fast, I am going to pass them one day.

4. My current obsession is the mysterious “staircase.” Mama and Daddy both seem very worried about this and I have heard them say the words “baby gate” and “not for a long time.”

5. I touched the Pacific Ocean with my feet and hands, but I haven’t even been to the Atlantic Ocean yet, and I live on the east coast.

6. I can say “Mama,” “Mommy,” “Dada,” “Daddy,” “Hey,” and “Doggie” already, and there are many, many words inside my head. My Mama says that I am a genius. She is right.

7. I look just like my Daddy… like a little girl “twin.” I act like him, too, which means I am already a very funny little girl and very determined to do what I want to do.

8. I can drink out of a straw, but I can’t figure out how to stop drinking before I have way too much in my mouth, so I dribble.

9. I am almost always happy and laid back. Daddy says that I am a ray of sunshine. I sure hope that I’m not too shiny like the real sun, though, because it sure does hurt my eyes sometimes when we are going in the giant box with wheels called a car.

10. Everything that goes in my hand goes in my mouth within
14 seconds or less.

11. I fight sleep like a champion prizefighter— In fact, I am fighting sleep right now and am due for my afternoon nap.

Okay, the 11 answers to the questions given:

1. Are you addicted to something? If yes, What? Yes, green smoothies, grabbing at the kitties, and putting things in my mouth. I do all of these things every day and Mama says that addictions are things that you feel like you have to do every day… do they count?

2. What does money mean to you? Why? I had to ask Mama what money was since I didn’t know. Apparently almost everything in our house is here because of it, our lights are on because of it, and it “makes the world go ‘round.” What I think from what I hear is that life would be a lot easier without it, but Mama said that it was a bit tougher to change than to just make it go away.

3. What is your passion? What do you like to do the most apart from eating and sleeping? Seeing new things and finding out more about the world around me.

4. What quality of your best friend/friends do you admire? My Mama and Daddy are my best friends. I love that they always seem to have the energy to keep up with me and take care of me, even when their eyes get all glazy like I get when I am getting ready to fall asleep.

5. Have you ever felt guilty for doing something in life that keeps troubling you even now? I have not lived enough life yet to feel what people call “guilt.” Mama says everyone will eventually, but for me it will be a long time from now.

6. What is that one good thing that you can proudly say to anyone about yourself, I mean a lesson from your life that people can learn? Oh, I am a small person, a “baby,” so besides the fact that I live mostly for my own interests, I think that everyone could learn to look at the world like I do… after all, there is magic everywhere, and you big people don’t seem to see it.

7. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone? If yes, what did you learn/admire/hate about being in a relationship? I have relationships with all of my family, and there are a lot of them. I learn from them every single day, I admire them all for the amazing magic that they can do like cook food and move really fast where they need to do, and I don’t “hate” anything yet. Mama says I’m lucky on that last one.

8. Whom do you admire the most in your family? I can’t pick… I have too many family members that I admire and adore.

9. What kind of person are you (Funny/humorous/serious/shy…….) I am all of those things and more… although I am more funny than anything. I wear my heart on my sleeve as I have not learned to hide it yet, so I show all of my emotions every day.

10. If you were given a chance to go out on a dinner with
someone, who would that lucky one be? Mama says these
questions are hard for a little baby to answer because big
people would understand them better. I love going to eat
with Mama and Daddy because I love food more than almost

11. Which is your favorite post from your blog? If I would insist that you pick one out of the lot, Which one would that be? I
have enjoyed all of my posts, but if I had to pick one, it
would be my rewrite of “Annabel Lee.”

Here are my own nominees:
1. Dandelion Fuzz. This blog is always fantastic to read, and you never, ever know what to expect.
2. Momsasaurus: I love her blog because her family seems to like a lot of the same things that we do in our house. ☺ The Mama has a great sense of humor, too.
3. Our Rumbling Ocean. What a wonderful blog about family, adventures, and nature—my favorite things.
4. Blackbird Scraps. Fun with crafts and scrapbooks, things that my Mama loves, and beautiful pictures of the wee ones.
5. Nemo Alter. Gorgeous pictures and gorgeous words are found here.

Coming up with questions is not hard for a little person like me—I have questions about everything all of the time. Here are my questions for you all that Mama and I are nominating:

1. What is your favorite thing about nature?
2. What do you still do to play? I sure hope that all of you still know how to play.
3. What family member changed your life the most?
4. What is your favorite food?
5. If you could go back to being a kid, what is the first thing that you would do?
6. What is your favorite book ever?
7. Where have you traveled?
8. Who is your favorite children’s character?
9. Who is your hero?
10. Who was the teacher that made the biggest difference in your life?
11. What is your favorite post from your blog?

Thank you to everyone who reads about my adventures, thank you for the nomination Regular Indian Girl, and thank you to the nominees that me and Mama picked for having such wonderful blogs to read. I hope that you enjoy your nomination and pass it on to others that you think have wonderful blogs, too. ☺


Everyone Can Be “Happy,” Even at the Doctor’s Office.

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Mama took me to the “kid doctor” today. It is a long, long way down the road, but my Mama and Daddy say that Dr. Caldwell’s office is worth the long trip because they take really good care of me. I don’t mind… I just sing along with the music that Mama plays for me in our giant box with wheels and the time goes by pretty fast.

I love my doctor’s office. Mama says that big people don’t say this very much because their offices don’t have fun things to see, but mine definitely does. When you go through the front door, there are pictures all over all of the walls. Everywhere you look there are happy children and happy animals with trees and the sun. The paintings are beautiful, and I smile every time that I am carried through the door. I love television and there is one there, but I hardly even notice my hero Elmo because of all of the bright colors everywhere.

All of the little rooms where the doctor comes are like that too. Each room has a theme, and the one that I had today was a “farm.” It had a farmer, a henhouse, and a giant tree on the walls. Mama said that farms are where all of our vegetables and fruits come from and that it is her favorite room in the entire office because little farms are some of the best places on Earth.

Mama said that the person who did all of the pictures is named “Happy the Artist.” She told me that she met him a long time ago and that he really is a wonderfully happy person. I believe that because I think that what people make in pictures comes from their insides, and if they are happy it will show up in the pictures that they make. Happy must be one of the happiest people around because I feel warm and peaceful just by looking at what he has created, and Mama says that she always has and does, too. I think that I would like to meet him one day and give him a big hug. Mama says that he loves hugs, and although I don’t get the arms around people part yet, I can still snuggle up and hug in my own way.

Dr. Nyirenda, my doctor, came in and was so gentle and wonderful with me, and I heard her tell my Mama that I am growing well and that I am healthy. Silly Mama, I could have told her that if she had just paid a bit more attention. Although I was trying to grab that shiny thing that Dr. Nyirenda kept putting all over my back and belly that she called a “stethoscope,” I was also trying to touch all of those beautiful pictures the entire time and kept flipping over to get to the big tree behind me.

After my doctor left, my Mama let me touch the tree. I looked up at its bright leaves, and Mama said that the entire room was meant to remind you to treat other beings and nature with kindness. I will, little happy farmer person guarding the door, I will. Thank you, Happy, for making us beautiful pictures all over the place that we live.

For information on Happy the Artist, please visit his website at:
or visit his Facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/happytheartist

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My Daddy Deserves a Day for Him, Too….


Yesterday, when my Daddy was at work… everyone was busy getting ready for “Father’s Day.” Mama told me that a “Father” was a fancy word for “Dada.” I don’t like that name as much, so I’m going to call it “Dada’s Day” instead. Mama told me that I was going to give Daddy something tomorrow for that day, but I didn’t understand because I didn’t think that I could give anything except for giving the gift of me.

My hand was put in this soft stuff and when it came back out, my hand was there in this stuff called “clay.” It was just like my hand but instead of sticking out like mine does, it was stuck inside the clay. Mama then put it in the oven and cooked it. Instead of being soft when it came out, it was hard. Mama said that Daddy could put it up on the wall, and when I was big we could all see how small I used to be.

This morning Mama got up and made a green colored smoothie for Daddy (and me too, I always get a bunch every day). It’s so yummy that I know that Daddy woke up happy with that and the steamy brown stuff that they call coffee. We then got to give him his art projects that everyone made and the card from Mama with a lot of writing on it and a giant fan on the front. Mama says that she is a fan of Daddy, and I know that is true because she hugs him all of the time and laughs a lot when he is around.

Mama says that’s what love is– you can’t see it, but you feel it. I feel it too, and I know that my Daddy loves me so, so much. He laughs and smiles at me and holds me all of the time, and he feeds me and takes care of me. He is my biggest rescuer when I am sad. When he scoops me up in his arms, I just can’t cry anymore… and I become a ball of happiness instead.

Mama says that Daddies sometimes don’t get recognized as much for all that they do, but that doesn’t make sense to me at all. My Daddy does just as much for me as my Mama. They may do things differently, but my Daddy is who makes me laugh the most, and when he holds me before my nap, I am so peaceful that I sleep and sleep and sleep. My Daddy works so hard all of the time, and he helps with everything that needs to be done– and Mama says that there is always a lot to be done to keep the house nice and to keep the little people okay.

Everyone loves Daddy… my big sister Addie, my big big sister Lilli, and my giant brother Jonah… and of course Mama… Mama is stuck to Daddy forever and ever and ever. Mama says that there are a lot of wonderful Daddies out there and that they deserve to be recognized too for everything that they do. I think that this is true, and I am happy that there is a day for my Daddy just like for my Mama. Happy Dada’s Day, Daddy, and Happy Dada’s Day to all the great Daddies in the world.