Let's Find Some Make Believe

Dear Hazelita, 
Our suspicions that you have a keen mind, imagination and sense of humor was confirmed last night.  As we were readying ourselves for bed you were standing in your pack'n'play.  Recently, I started trying out some ocean sounds to help you fall asleep quickly.  It seems to be doing the trick, but last night we waited to put you to bed until we were all ready.  You stood and started making motions with your arms and trying SOOOO hard to say words.  Usually these attempts are you trying to charm us into giving you some light night food or a simple drink of water.  This was different....and we soon realized you were SWIMMING in the imaginary ocean along with the ocean sounds.  

I asked you, "Honey, are you at the beach?  
You replied, "I swimmin'"  !  !  !  
I said, "Is Henry there?" 
While signing sleepy you said, "Henny sleepin'."
We were amazed!  You did doggie paddles and jumps into the water and big arm strokes "like Henny" all on your own. 
You told us you were at the beach.  I hadn't said anything about the sounds.  You and your sharp brain picked up on it quickly and drew into a fun little fantasy.  It was such an unexpected sweet moment.  You bring so much sunshine and fun into our lives.  You're light and loving, except when you're watching Kipper.  

Lord! Don't talk to you while you're watching Kipper, you scream, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  No, My DOG!"    

Being a dog.

I didn't want to forget this one. 
Love, Mama

I'll be Yoda, You Be the Emperor

Dear Henry, 

What I saw out the dinning room window

This afternoon you and Daddy played for quite some time on the back using the posts of our lawn ring toss game as light sabers.  

 

 Switching off between Yoda and the Emperor, good and bad you must have had a good time.  Later, I fell asleep on the couch while our brownies were cooking and awoke to you challenging Daddy to a light saber duel on the back deck. "Come on, I'll be Yoda." Sweet!  You found your "real" light saber and Daddy found a paint roller handle.   

Daddy must have worn you out because when I went out to check on you both you were sitting in the chair saying, "Noooooooo, time not to fight."  You and Daddy living the dream.  Cheers to more imaginative Star Wars play in our future.   Love, Mama

Little Fella Chef Henratouille

Dear Chef!
Since the very first days of summer when a careless driver u-turned into our beautiful 1 year old Honda Odyssey you've been stuck to the DVD player in our rental van playing Ratatouille EVERY time we are in the car.  You quote the movie often, talk about the characters, and desire to be a little chef.  You pull out all of the bowls in the kitchen, whisks, and spoons and proceed to look very busy diligently whipping up a major high class meal.  Often you asked me to pull out a cookbook for you to look through.  You enjoy serving it on my pizza tray, balancing it deftly on one hand as you walk through the room.  (You just screamed out in your nap, "MOMMY! There's a dragon! I can chase that!")  So this week we bought you a chef's hat just like Ratatouille.  After ordering a pizza for delivery last week you've also added on to your food services home delivery of all sorts.  Cookies, Mexican, Chinese, Pizza.  You're great at letting us know what you bring each time.  Your first delivery was pizza with pineapple for "a penny, penny, buck, buck."  For Mexican delievery you brought three tacos, rice and beans and flan, and then Chinese was soup, noodles and chicken, each time you announced the food.  Then you say, "Thank you, have a nice evening."  

 A perfect gentleman chef, except you don't go into the customer's pocket to get the money! 
Love, Mama