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I am a Downward Dog… Practicing Balance and Stretching my Muscles.


I have seen my Mama and Daddy do yoga sometimes. From what I can tell, it is like being a cat, a dog, and a bird all at once. You stretch, you balance, and you work on becoming peaceful and stronger.

I know that calm is not my strong suit, but I am peaceful all the same, and I am strong for my little size. So when my big sister Addie wanted for me to practice yoga moves with her, becoming a dog in a dog stretch called “downward dog,” and she told me what it was, I had to try it. I think that I did pretty well in our little kitchen doing yoga. We had obstacles, yes, like the little bowl on my foot, but that just made it more of a challenge.

Watch out, Mama and Daddy, I am fast becoming a yoga master, and before you know it, I will surpass you. After all, I have youth on my side.

You May Say That I’m a Dreamer, But I’m not the Only One.

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Today Grandpa, Mama, Daddy, Addie, and me all went to a giant park, the biggest one that I have ever seen, called Central Park. There are all sorts of wonderful things there like a man that makes giant bubbles with a net, singers, people playing music of all types, and other little people playing everywhere. There is even a huge statue of a girl named Alice that is from a book where she goes to a magical place called Wonderland that Mama told me that she has read many times and that she will read to me, too, one day soon. Usually statues are things that you can’t climb on, and if you do, you’ll get in trouble, but Alice was made for little children to get to go and climb all over her, and my big sister got to climb all over her and enjoy her, too. I was too little, but that’s okay– I’ll come back and next time I’ll hug the top of her head.

I got to walk all over the park, though, and one thing that Mama had me and Addie do was to go over to Strawberry Fields and to stand in a big circle that says IMAGINE in the middle of it. I have heard that song before, Mama loves it and plays it a lot, and Grandpa loves it very much, too, and loved the man who wrote the song a long, long time ago. My Grandpa explained that the man who made that song was named John Lennon, and that he was taken away from the world before the world was ready to see him go and before he was ready, too. He told me, though, that his music can live on and on and on and that we can always enjoy it forever because he made it for all of us.

Grandpa told me that the words to the song are to bring everyone together– all different types of people– and to not fight but to love one another instead. I think that I would have liked John Lennon, because I try to love everyone and I don’t see any differences between people– everyone can be my friend. Thank you, Mr. Lennon, for making the world a little more peaceful while you were here and after you were gone.

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one.

A Land of Brilliance: Harvard University and MIT

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While we visited Boston we got to go to two of the most famous schools in the entire country, and ones that are known all over our great big world, too. They are called Harvard University and MIT, and both of them are gigantic worlds full of beautiful buildings with many people giving information to other people so that they can use what goes into their brains throughout their lives. Mama said that this is what school is for truly, and she told me that when I am slightly bigger that I will understand. Right now, she said, I don’t need school for that—the world around me is my school and I am learning from everything that I experience every day.

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One thing that I can understand, though, is the beauty that is the Harvard campus. Everywhere that I looked there were beautiful lawns, old buildings that almost took the breath away from my Mama, and beautiful trees. Everything—all of it—felt like beauty. There was a sense of peace there and calm, even though my Mama said that there were a lot of people working really hard in those buildings and that they might not have had that “peace” and “calm” that I felt right then. I couldn’t see how they could help but feel it, though, if they stopped and looked around while they were going to study and do all of those hard things.

We went to two museums while we were in Cambridge, the Harvard Museum of Natural History and the MIT Museum. Daddy loved the Harvard Museum because of all of the animals that are preserved there. They have rooms and rooms of animals—all kinds that you could imagine— all looking like they could jump out of the glass, but all gone from this world. Daddy liked the hedgehogs best, and they had a lot of different kinds. Mama said she had no idea that there were that many types in the world, even little teeny ones about the size of my hand. Daddy has a thing for hedgehogs, so he took pictures of all of them, even going back to make sure that he had gotten them all.

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The MIT Museum was full of robots, machines, and holograms, which are pictures that look like they are following you as you stand in front of them. I liked the machine where there is a big screen and in front of it is what looks like rows of wheat moving in the wind… only it isn’t wheat and there is no wind, is is what Daddy said is an “illusion” and that the machine moves it back and forth making it look like a big field. Daddy told me that MIT is considered to be the technology and robotics “center of the world” to some people and that it is one of the most important schools in the world. From what I saw in the museum, I can see why.

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Mama said that I am a “ball of potential” and that if I work really hard that I might be able to go to one of those schools one day. She whispered to me to “absorb the brilliance” there and to feel it. Silly Mama, I am brilliant, and I have already figured out how to work the Playstation controller and her phone, and I understand almost everything she says to me already—way more than she and Daddy give me credit for. Watch out, Harvard and MIT, I just might see one of you later when I get tall like all of the big people around me.

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I’m a Big Girl Now, and I Can Swim All By Myself… With the Help of My Little Float

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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.

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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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“They Also Served”… The Donut Dollies and Donut Day


Yesterday Mama told me that we were going to Krispy Kreme to go to something called “Donut Day” where everyone could get a free donut. I didn’t know what a donut was, but she explained that it was like a shiny and soft cake that was in the shape of a big ring, so I was definitely in.

We had to wait for a long, long time because a lot of people knew about Donut Day, but I got to watch this big belt bringing all of these rings down a line to get shiny (mama called that glaze), so it was okay because there was a lot to watch. We got my donut, which was still warm, but Mama didn’t have one because she doesn’t eat them (she said that she would tell me all about why later). I can’t understand why she would just give me one and not her, but Mamas and Daddies seem to do a lot of things that are not for them and for their little people instead.

The donut was so good that I just squished it in my fingers and then put my hand in my mouth. Everything melted and it was warm and gooey. Mama fed me little pieces, but she didn’t give me all of it because she said that it would make my tummy hurt. I think that it might just be worth a tummy ache, but little people have to listen to their big people.

Even though I thought that Donut Day was just a day to eat yummy, soft, messy cake, Mama told me today that Donut Day is really not a day for free donuts even though most people think that it is. Mama said that it is really a tribute to the “donut girls” or “Donut Dollies” that served in the big wars, WWI and WWII.

She said that these “wars” were like giant fights where a lot of people came and hurt each other to the point that they were gone from the Earth forever. She said that a lot of people went and fought and served, and that each and every one of them was to be honored and remembered whether they went away from the Earth or if they were able to stay.

Mama told me that a lot of people forget that there were also many people who helped the people who were in the fight instead of fighting. I think that I would like all of those people best. She told me that they were her favorite too and that the Donut Dollies and all women veterans were to be just as cherished and honored for their work and that they were just as much heroes as those who fought for our country. I remembered war from the Rosie the Riveter Memorial on our trip, so I already knew that people could take other people from our world and that women helped to keep everything running and that they had to be really, really strong. I didn’t know, though, that they also went to where the fighting was.

Mama let me know that Donut Dollies not only went to the “big world wars” but that they went to another war too called Vietnam that came later. She told me that the Vietnam War was not too long before she was born, and she said that the Donut Dollies did a lot to help the “soldiers” who were fighting to stay as happy as they could in a very hard and sad time. She said that all wars bring sadness, and she said that the Vietnam War changed our country and changed a lot of the people still living here forever. There sure have been a lot of wars, and I really can’t understand why people would want to fight so much, but I understand why people would want to help the people fighting.The Donut Dollies make the most sense to me.

Mama said that she had even gotten the honor of speaking to some of the women who served in Vietnam as Donut Dollies and women who did other jobs too, and that she would never, ever forget what all of those women did to serve our country and that she didn’t want other people to forget either. She said that they too were hurt and changed forever on the inside because they had to see and be a part of all of the bad fights. Those women, she said, were some of the strongest women that she had ever met. She showed me a picture of her standing next to one of those women whose name is Emily Strange, and she said that knowing her and the other women who served in Vietnam was one of the things that she is most proud to have in her life. I already know that it is good to know heroes.

Mama told me to never, ever forget the strong women who came before me, and she told me that “respecting your elders” often meant “walking in their shoes in your imagination” so that you could know what they had been through. From what Mama told me, walking in the Donut Dollies’ shoes would be really hard to do. Maybe one day I will grow up to be as big and as strong as those women who came before me, all the women who served.

“it was my calling
to take away fear and replace it with hope
to return sanity to a world gone insane.”
— Emily Strange, “Donut Dollie”


“Please Look After This Bear. Thank You.” Why Buddies are Important.


It was a lazy morning and everyone was hanging out with me today. It is my favorite kind of day, because everyone comes to me and we just play in the giant bed that is Mama and Daddy’s (but really, it’s mine, because I like to stretch out in it all of the time and I like to kick Mama and Daddy over to the corner so that I can have most of it to myself).

Mama, Daddy, my big sister Addie, my big, big sister Lilli, and my giant brother Jonah were all together this morning. Even Django and the kitties were there. Mama said the kitties were just waiting for food, but I think that they both secretly want to have me grab their fur really tight like I want to do. They never let me catch them, and Mama said that they “mock” me, whatever that means. All that I know is that my legs are going to work better soon, and they had better watch out.

My giant brother Jonah brought Paddington Bear down with him, and usually I only see him when I go to visit him in his room. There’s something about Paddington that makes me want to hug him over and over again. He smells like when my Mama holds an old book near me and flips the pages. Mama says that smells like a library and that it is one of the best smells in the world. Paddington smells almost like that, and Jonah said that is because he is old. Jonah said that he was Daddy’s when he was a little kid. I had no idea that stuffed animals lasted that long since Daddy seems ancient to me, but Jonah told me that a lot of things are way older than that, even toys.

Paddington’s fur is all flat instead of fluffy, and Daddy said that is because he loved him very much and carried him around with him all of the time when he was little. That must have been a lucky bear, because Daddy carries me around all of the time now and I’m a really lucky girl. His eyes are buttons and his neck is really floppy from going from place to place. Daddy said that some of the best things in life are old and loved. He said that means that they have a history and that they have more “character.” I think that he must be right, because when I touch Paddington, he feels like a piece of my Daddy, and when I breathe in his fur, I feel calm and peaceful.

Maybe we all have something when we are little that we rely on. Addie calls them “buddies,” and she has Sir Edward the Grey, a Pug baby lovie. Lilli has her Blankie from when she was a baby, which now has big tears, but she doesn’t care. I already have one too named Lady Ophelia, which was made for me to be a twin to Edward but is a girl. I hug her tight too, and she helps me sleep when I put her against my face. Even Mama and Daddy have one… me. Mama and Daddy both seem to fall right to sleep when they are snuggled up to me. I sure hope that Mama and Daddy keep on using me as a buddy, because something about being in their arms makes me feel like everything is happy and safe. When I close my eyes and they are next to me, I feel peace. I love Ophelia, but they are the best buddies in the world.

A Day Just for Mommies…


Today I woke up and snuggled with my Mama. This is my normal routine before eating and getting going with my day, but Daddy told me that today was a day for just her, just for Mommies. I don’t know how many Mommies are out there, but Daddy said that just like there are many kids like me in the world that there are also many, many Mommies that love their kids as much as she does. I don’t know how anyone could do what Mama does because she does a lot for me, but Mommy says that all Mommies and Daddies are some of the biggest heroes in the world. I know that my Mama and Daddy are my heroes. They always save me when I’m crying.

Daddy was really nice to Mama and said that he was going to make her dinner tonight. I love when dinner happens because Mama and Daddy let me taste some, too. Mama says Daddy is a great cook and that she loves it when he makes food because it is so, so yummy. I think that she is right because although I haven’t had that much food yet, his seems to taste best.

I have been trying to be nice to Mama today, snuggling up a lot and sleeping peacefully. Mama says that I am doing the best job ever and that this the only thing she wanted for Mother’s Day. That’s good because I’m giving all that I can give. I’m not really doing anything, but she seems happy just to hold me. I love my Mama so, so much, and I guess that she can tell even though I can’t say it yet, because she seems to feel the peace that I feel when I am in my Mama’s arms. Happy Mama’s Day, Mama, and Happy Mother’s Day to all of those Mamas out there just like her.