Lots of cold delicious things. So many cold delicious things. I get sweaty and I need to stay hydrated after all. I love my water and juice, but the frozen cold things make me feel all chilly on the inside, and that is the best after running around in the sun. Since the sun has been really hot lately and has been making the Earth super warm, we need those cold things to keep us feeling okay to play some more and some more. Whoever invented cold frozen things long ago, thank you. You are a hero to all of the little people who need to run and play even when Mr. Sun tries his hardest to make us hot and tired. I am not going to give in, Mr. Sun… I have lots of cold things and I am ready to face you head on all summer long.
That’s me and my Daddy. He’s my “silly buddy.” I know that when I am feeling like giggling until I have to say “stoppppppp,” it’s my Daddy that I go to. Everyone goes to him to laugh because he is what Mom calls a “laugh expert.” He must have been practicing since he was small like me, because any time that any of us in the house is mad or sad, he can always turn everything around and make us all happy again.
My Mama says that everyone needs at least one person that is a silly buddy– someone to laugh with that makes you happy no matter how your day has gone. She says that this is because laughing every single day is one of the most important things that you can do and that it actually makes you feel better on the inside and the outside. I do feel all better when Daddy has made me laugh really, really hard, so it must be true.
I sure am happy that I have a silly buddy this early in my life, and I think I’m pretty lucky. As for the glasses, I think I may just be pretty fashionable, too.
Today we got a package from Amazon on our back door, and when we had opened it up and taken the stuff out of it tonight, I got to play in it and climb in and out and in and out. Mama said I was just like a cat, and I have seen our kitty get into and out of boxes, so I guess I am kind of like our little kitty.
Daddy decided to make it even more fun, though… he made a hole on one side, put a carabiner through it, and connected a rope to that so that it was just like a brown box wagon. I got to say “weeeeeeee” while Mama and Daddy pulled me around in circles in our house over and over all the way until bedtime.
Fun stuff doesn’t have to be fancy. It can be a brown box– just so long as you look at it in the right kind of light.
“From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.” — Dr. Seuss
My favorite thing in the world to do is to be in water. I love all water… big pools of water and little ones. I love that Mama and Daddy take me to the pool because it is where I am the happiest. I swim until I pass out from the fun building up and making my eyes really heavy.
This summer I got a little float that my legs go through with a sunshade and little stars that squeak when I hit them. It has bright rainbow colors and it is soft and smooth against my skin. That float is my favorite thing in the water because now I can float on my own (with Mama and Daddy standing by watching over me) and kick my legs. I can even go from one end of the pool all the way to the other if I want to, and Mama or Daddy can swim beside me. I can also just float and take in the calm of the water when my legs aren’t kicking.
My “Auntie” Jill (who is my Godmother too) even took me down a slide this summer. She held me tight and up enough so that no water got in my mouth and nose, and we landed fast with a big splash.
Mama says that since school has begun now that summer is fast coming to an end because it is going to get cold soon, but she told me that there are indoor pools, too, that we can visit when that happens so I can keep on swimming. I sure hope so, because there is just something so peaceful and free about being in the water.
Goodbye summer, until next time. You have been a hot and wet one, but you are so far my favorite.
Last night Daddy and Mommy took me to a place called Charlottesville with big bumps on the land that Mama called “mountains.” I saw the big mountains at Yosemite, but there must be a lot of different types of those, because these ones were much smaller and really green.
We went to this really big place with a big white cover and got a place to sit on the grass. There were little ant people with lights all around them down at the front that Mama called a stage. These little people were singing and playing music and dancing around. I thought that music only came through the computer or in the giant box with wheels that Mama calls a car, but Mama explained that people have to make the music first, and at a “concert” that music is made right in front of you.
At first I was really, really scared. The sound wasn’t that loud, but when things like “drums” came in and the person singing got excited, it sounded like music thunder. I am scared of thunder and fire engines, and it was louder than either of those. I cried a little bit, but Mama held me and I put my face against her neck… then the world was okay again.
When I came back out, the noise didn’t bother me anymore. Daddy told me that I got used to it. I think that they must have turned the volume button down, though, because it wasn’t scary at all anymore.
Daddy took me and bounced me around on his knee while the little ants down front (Daddy called them “Vampire Weekend”) were jumping around and singing and playing too. I had heard Mama and Daddy playing the ants’ music in their giant box with wheels before, and I have always liked them because their music makes you want to bounce up and down over and over, which happens to be my very favorite thing to do. Hearing them playing right there was different, though, and all of the people dancing around made everything feel full of energy almost like when I get too many pieces of orange and start running around in circles in my little walker box.
Before I knew it, Vampire Weekend faded away into the distance of my dreams. Daddy had told me to take a nap on the way because we were going on an adventure, but I was much too busy singing in the car on the way to be bothered with that. Instead I heard the wonderful bouncy notes of the ant people playing while Daddy held me in his arms with his hand against mine. I think that the very meaning of happiness and safety just might be listening to music in my Daddy’s arms… my protector and my hero.