Look, Up in the Sky! It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s Supergirl!
Yes, I am just a little girl (although I already know that girls can change the world, and I will). Still, I am just a little girl… that is, until I put on my Supergirl costume every day. Then I become faster than a speeding bullet as a run around the house and have Mama lift me up to fly in circles.
I am also more powerful than a locomotive!
See? There’s proof. That is me lifting up my giant giraffe buddy, and he is bigger than me. I am even a blur because I was moving so fast that Mama couldn’t get a picture of me that was clear.
I haven’t quite gotten the leaping tall buildings with a single bound yet, but I am working on my jumping and am already pretty good (I even scare Mama every single day), and Daddy can lift me up onto high things, hold onto my hands, and I can jump right off screaming “jumping!” in my Supergirl suit. I’m pretty close to that building jumping part, I just need to practice.
Sometimes instead of practicing, though, a Supergirl has to rest and read a book. After all, Supergirl has to a a super-reader, too, because Supergirl… she’s super, super smart.
Candy is Everywhere! My First Real Halloween
The other day we all piled up in the car and went to a place near us for “Trick or Treating.” Trick or Treating means that there is suddenly candy everywhere, all around us, at people’s houses. Some candy was outside in a basket to grab, and other candy you had to knock on the door to get and people came out with buckets and buckets of candy. I love candy, so I wanted Halloween to be every day, but Mama and Daddy says it only comes one time per year because it is a holiday, and people wouldn’t want to give out candy every day.
We got to dress up too in order to get the candy. I was spider girl, and I even had on warm spiderman socks to match. My big sister Addie was a doctor, my big, big sister Lilli was Catwoman, and my giant brother Jonah was a guy with a blue mask on that had a blank look– there is no name to call him, but he sure was creep with that mask. I had to see him without it to make sure that he was still Jonah to not get scared.
By the time that the night was winding down, I had been carried to the door enough and had watched all of the other kids with legs that work a bit better than mine enough to know exactly what to do. I started walking with my hands being held and got to exactly the right house, and then I wanted to be let go.
The porch was a long, long way away, but I scooted and crawled all the way up to the door… up the steps and everything with my brother and sisters and my Mama right with me to make sure that I was okay.
Then I trick or treated all by myself. I can’t say “trick or treat” yet so I said, “arh arh la!”, which means the same thing. My Mama explained my journey and that I had picked his house, and he let me reach in myself and take a piece of candy. I took just one piece, but he had me reach back in and get one more too because he said that it had been a lot of effort for me since I am so little.
Mama scooped me up, and Mama and Daddy agreed that that was a good way to “top off the night” and that it was time to go home. I had a whole bucket of candy all for me, most of which had melted a bit because I didn’t want to let any of them go, and I got to hold a piece on the way home.
I can’t wait for next year because my legs are going to work better and so is my voice, and I can do it the exact same way as the big kids. See you soon, my candy friends.
The Wonderful Magic that is a “Light Switch.” Let There be Light… and Dark, and Light, and Dark, and Light, and…
All of my big people that carry me around the house love putting me in front of the magical “light switch.” Daddy says that it is called this because it brings us light just with the flip of a switch. The name makes sense, but I don’t know how it works exactly. Daddy says that it is “electricity” and that it is what makes light come on all around the house. I think that it must really be some type of magic that Mama and Daddy don’t really understand but pretend to. When I put my head to the side, it looks like a little face with a nose in the middle, so I think of all of them as little men that watch over the house for us and keep it safe and light. When they are on they are awake, and when they are off they are asleep.
When I get near one of those little switchmen, I lean my entire body over to get to it with my finger outstretched as far as I can go. I can’t push it up to get the light on because it is too hard. When the magic switch is up, though, I can take my little finger, which is exactly the same width of the switch, and I can push it down to make the light go away.
The dark scares me, so I always hope that my big people put it back on right away, and they usually do. When that happens, my finger goes right back to the magic switch to make it go down. I don’t even have to think about it —- my finger just goes there without my brain telling it to. I can make something big happen, something magical, and I feel like one of those superheroes that Daddy tells me about like Batman or Superman. I’m a girl, though, so maybe I need a girl name, like “Magic-Light-Switch-Girl” or “Lightbaby,” and I need an outfit—maybe a suit with the switch in the middle. Batman has a suit, I have seen it, and he has a cape, too.
Maybe if I try hard enough, I can learn to fly like Superman and I can reach it myself. For now, though, I will just rely on my Robins to lift me up so that I can save the day by having the little switchmen fall asleep over and over and over again. This keeps them from getting grumpy, because I know that I get grumpy when I don’t fall asleep lots of times during the day, and since they are off at night, I know that they sleep then just like me. Take naps, little lightswitchmen, and come to play with me when you wake up.