It’s good to have a sister

June 29, 2011 § 2 Comments

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

One thing I want you to know is this.  Your sister is the only sister you are ever going to have.

Love her.  Be generous with her.  Let her play with your favorite toy sometimes.  Tickler her.  Tell her secrets.  Make sure she is okay when you accidentally jab her in the face with your elbow.  She’s the only friend that will stick by you no matter what.  Even if she doesn’t always like you she will always love you.

It’s precious what you have – each other.


I think we are related

June 28, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Tiger.

Could my love for food be genetic?  Because you seem to love it just as much as I do.  You “oooo” and “aaahh” over flavors.  You comment on texture.  You love variety and will try anything.

You talk often about all the things you’ll be able to try when you are older (because I won’t let you try them now).  Candy, wine and candy.  You check with me regularly just to make sure that you can still try these things when you get older.  As if your life depended on trying everything.  Yeah, I am kinda like that too.

When I cook you want to smell all the spices.  You want to stir the ingredients.  You want to be a part of all things food.  Who would have thought?  I’ve only recently realized my passion for food and here you get to start your life with this love.  Lucky you.

One of my favorite things about you

June 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

The best things in life are silly – Scott Adams

Discovering your interests…

June 26, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.

You love watching musicals like Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music.  You can sit through a full two-and-a-half-hour high school performance of The Three Little Pigs.  And any time you see anything that remotely resembles a stage you run up to it and begin your performance.  In fact, you’ve recently discovered how amazing Auntie’s porch is for an impromptu play with a complete cast of distracted toddlers.  It was hilarious.  And you were a star.


June 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Usually when you play you are very noisy.  Singing.  Laughing.  Arguing.  But sometimes all the sound stops.  I won’t notice it at first and then all of a sudden I’ll raise my head from whatever I am doing and realize it’s been too quiet for too long.  I’ll get up and tiptoe over to wherever you are to see what you are doing so very quietly.

And usually you are pouring water on the bathroom floor or eating all the gum from my purse or drawing on something other than paper.

So this morning when I paused from my work and realized the house was silent I got up to go check on the two of you, wondering, what could they possibly be doing now?

Imagine my utter delight when I peeked around the corner to see both of you quietly reading together.  I am marking this as one of my favorite memories.  My two favorite ladies enjoying a peaceful moment together.  Happy reading girls!

Don’t Forget…

June 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.

You look good with a bubble beard.  ‘Nuff said.

Those shoes that uncle Hank bought you?  The gorgeous handmade leather shoes?  You won’t go anywhere without them on and I have to bribe you to get you to wear shoes a little more appropriate for the playground.

You pretend to be Elizabeth.  Elizabeth-who-is-five-for-reals-not-pretending.  You are so serious about it.  Most people you introduce yourself to call you Elizabeth and think you are five.  I still think of you as Kaia who isn’t quite five yet.  Slow down, girl!

You don’t seem to like any dog but Mimi’s dog Bingo.  Same here.

Remember when we went to see Grandpa in the hospital and when we left I cried all the way down the hallway in front of you and everyone else?  And remember how later you told me that if James or Liliana or Maya were in the hospital you would be sad too?  Thanks for saying that.  You are such an encouragement.

It is these things that I hope never to forget.

Don’t Forget…

June 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Tiger.

You never stay clothed for long and can’t seem to understand why at certain moments (like at the restaurant or at church or walking down the street) it is appropriate to keep your things on.  I know it’s tough keeping clothes on but sometimes you just gotta do it.

You love food so much.  So much.  You seem to appreciate flavors and textures just as much as I do.  The way you enjoy your food makes us all smile.  The exuberance with which you relay your delight in a bite you just took brings me joy.

You pretend to be Annie-with-two-braids.  This morning you were a little puppy named Cheerio and you kept licking my pants.  Yesterday you were Tinkerbell.  I love watching you try on different personalities.

You are not afraid of dogs.

It is these things that I hope never to forget.




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