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My Name is Dorian, but I am also “beautiful.”


I have been told that I am “beautiful” for a while. I knew what pretty was, but “beautiful”… well, I could not really understand that one. I responded every single time for a while, “I’m not beautiful, I Dorian.” My Mama and Daddy laughed at me, but I was serious. I know who I am… I AM DORIAN.

The other day, though, my sister Adalyn took me upstairs to her room, and she put me in some of her dress clothes that she is too big for now. I tried on dress after dress, and Adalyn called down to my Mama and told her that she couldn’t come up to see what we were doing. Mama usually won’t listen to that one because it can mean trouble, but this time she waited for the surprise.

Then we tried it… the most fancy white dress that looked like a princess dress. It was a teeny bit big on me, but it was just the right one. Adalyn smoothed out my hair and brushed it, and then she put on the finishing touch, blue clip-on earrings that made me just like the princesses that I watch. I felt so very pretty.

When I walked down those stairs, just like a princess would in my fancy shoes and earrings and dress, I felt different. I felt so very grown up and big, but I did not know the word for how I felt.

Then Adalyn said it. She said, “Look Mama, doesn’t Dorian look so beautiful?” My Mama said, “Oh Dorian, you are so very beautiful. You look like a princess.” For the first time, I did not argue back. I knew what it meant, and I was… I was beautiful, just like the flowers outside and the stars in the sky. Beautiful is how you feel. Beautiful is flowers and trees and sunshine and mountains and water. Beautiful is me. I am Dorian, and I am beautiful.


It’s Daddy Car Party Time!


Sometimes, when it is just me and my Daddy in the car, we can be silly. Daddy will make funny faces at me, and I can play and dance and shout-sing and laugh, and we have such a good time. My Daddy sent Mama this picture to show her just how much fun we were having shout-singing and laughing together.


Sometimes though, all that shout-singing and laughing and dancing, with the buzz of the car and the noise of the road passing under our little car can make my eyes so, so heavy so, so fast that before I know it, we’re home and I don’t remember getting there.  Oh Daddy, you’re so good at wearing me out with the highest level of fun that a little girl could ever have.

Let’s Play, Granny Grace


That person right there, the one lifting me up high, high, higher, is my Granny Grace. My Granny is my Dada’s Mommy, and she loves to play with me more than almost anything that she does.

My Mama and Daddy say that I am really, really lucky because I have so many people in my life that love me. They say that if I have more people that love me than I have fingers on my hands that I am luckier than many people in the world. I don’t know how to count on my fingers yet, but there are so many people that I bet that I am one of those lucky ones. My Mama and Daddy tell me that they want me to grow up knowing that I am loved every single day by our family, and they say that as I get bigger that I will understand how very important all of our family is to me.

My Granny is one of those special people who is in our big love circle. She loves to get down and play games with me, to play cooking with me, and to play in my little pool in the water with me. She loves to take me to the park and to slide down slides and to push me in the “little kid” swing. We just play and play and play, and I keep on going until my energy battery is all worn down.

Granny also works hard to make things special for me, and she even made me my own play house to play in with windows and flowers that has a bunch of stuffed animal buddies in there waiting for me. It is just the right size for me, and it even says “Dorian’s House” on it, so everyone will know that it is all mine (although sharing is important she says, and being friendly is too, so I invite people in from time to time… when I don’t need “me” time, that is).


My Granny is a big play buddy, and she is also one of my many protectors in life. We need those, us small people, to keep us safe and warm. Thanks, Granny Grace, for laughing with me, playing with me, and watching me grow.

Do You Have Your Silly Buddy?


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.

Funny Faces and Laughter… Happiness in Action.


See that? That’s my “funny face.” We all have them. Sometimes we put our funny faces on when we are alone and no one can see us. Sometimes we put on our funny face because we want others to laugh with us. Sometimes we want to world to see our funny face and laugh, because laughing is one of the best things that you can do every day. It just makes you feel good. I get that, and I have always known that since I saw Mama and Daddy laugh at me and smile at me when I was so little that I couldn’t even move around yet. Happiness is what we need to do every single day, and laughing is like happiness in action.

My Daddy taught me to do a funny face by him doing one in the car mirror. I saw him slip a couple of funny faces to me and I laughed, but then I realized that if I did what he was doing, Daddy and Mama and my big sister Addie would all laugh at me and then keep on making more and more funny faces. Laughing is, after all, contagious… but it is the best kind of contagious.


Now I can make my funny face whenever I want for someone, anyone, to laugh. I think that if I can share my funny face with the whole world, that I can make happy happen all around me. If we all just remembered to be silly just a little bit more, us small people and big people too, I think that the whole world would be more friendly. Don’t take yourself too seriously as much as you can, because we all need as many laughs as we can fit in every single day.

Babies… We’re Just Like Kitties.


Mama tells me that while I am learning, some things that I do make me kind of like our little kitty, Jenga. She says that I come up to her when I want to on my own terms to get love, and when I’m done, I run away just like our kitty. She tells me that I lean in to have my hair played with sometimes, when I am quiet and still, and that those are some of the best moments, and she tells me that is when she feels closest to little Jenga, too. She tells me that I also “meow,” and that a lot of my cues, even though I am getting bigger and I talk now, are like when she has to decide why Jenga is circling her and making her meow sounds. She has to find out what my meows mean sometimes, like when my tummy hurts me and I don’t know how to tell her that this is why I have become sad.

I think that she might be right when I watch little fuzzy Jenga. She curls up and loves nap time, just like me. She gets crazy sometimes before those naps and runs around in little circles, just like me. She looks for love and is demanding when she wants it, and sometimes it is not at an easy time for my Mama and Dada, like when food is being cooked or when cleaning up is happening. Those little pets, though, they mean so much to both of us. We all seek love.

Fuzzy Jenga also likes boxes. Mama laughs and says all kitties like boxes, and she tells me that this is one of the reasons that she says that I am a bit like my little fuzzy friend. We get a lot from the mail because Mama and Daddy don’t like to spend time shopping and they find things on the computer box to get sent to us instead. The boxes are different sizes depending on what they are getting– sometimes they are huge and my whole body fits in them and I can disappear, coming out and saying “boo” when I want to be seen. Sometimes I can sit in them really well and Daddy makes sleds or rocket ships out of them for the day. Sometimes they are so small that I can just put little toys in them and out of them and in them and out of them again and again. Sometimes I try to fit into ones that might be just a bit too small for me, and Mama says that kitties everywhere try to do exactly the same thing when they get boxes that are too small for them.


This one is big enough for a sled game, right Mama? Right Dada? Yes? I can fit most of me in it, see? Can you push? Why are you laughing? Fine, I’ll just play the scooting game all the way across the dining room all by myself. Bye, bye Mama and Dada, the skeptics… I’ll be way over here, taking a little box car trip.


Little People Can Be Some of the Biggest Inspirations– The Very Inspiring Blogger Award.


All in one day Mama told me that I got the Lovely Blog Award and the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. That is a lot to take in for me—because I don’t really understand recognition. Mama said that being recognized means that someone is letting you know that you are helping them out or doing a good job. I don’t do much—I just smile and laugh—and Mama and Daddy seem to melt. I guess that I am pretty powerful after all if I can do that.

Mama said that this award is pretty special because it means that you are an inspiration. That is a big word, so she had to explain it to me. She told me that it means that you encourage others and that you are a good example for them. I do think that big people should live more like us “little people,” so hopefully I help others to do that, I am already working on doing good in the world.

Melody of “Life’s Daily Dose” nominated me for this award. Her blog is wonderful and we nominated her for a different award today because Mama loves to read her work. Please check her site out at http://blog.lifesdailydose.com.
Here are the “rules.” I am generally a rebel (Mama says that is a word for rule breaker), but I know that sometimes following what you should do is important.

– Display the above logo on your blog
– Provide the link to the person who nominated your blog
– Nominate 15 bloggers who have inspired you
– Inform those bloggers of their nomination and placing links to their blogs
















Mama says that there are a lot of diabetic blogs on the list this time for my big sister Addie—because it is always good to have support for T1D. We also love to travel, so we picked a few travel blogs, too, and we love beautiful words and art, so all of the blogs include beauty with words or pictures. Thank you all for making such wonderful work to share with others.

If you do not wish to do a post, no worries. We just wanted to take the time to recognize you all.

Thank you so much again, Melody. ☺

XO, Dorian Dean