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Got a Tissue?

Bug: Momma, do you know who my most favorite person is?
Momma: Who's that?
Bug: Daddy!
Momma: Daddy's pretty great, isn't he? I miss him a lot.
Bug: Yeah! [pouting] I miss him, too. I wish I could give him a big hug RIGHT NOW!
Momma: I bet he would love to hug you right now, too.
Bug: mmm hmmm...
Momma: Tell you what. Close your eyes really tight.
Bug: [closes eyes]
Momma: [hugs Bug really hard, to get a grunt]
Bug: [opening eyes and smiling] Thanks, Mom!

After the Lights Go Out

After brushing her teeth and getting two stories -- one she picked (Oh! The Places You'll Go) and one I picked (Harold and the Purple Crayon), just like she does with Daddy, -- Bug was tucked in, kissed all over and g'nighted.

A couple minutes after leaving the room, K called. His she's in bed and they were supposed to call me before she went to bed alarm must have gone off.

After saying good night to Daddy, she was re-tucked, kissed all over and g'nighted. I headed back to the playroom, continuing my chat with K.

A couple minutes after that, the telltale sound of Bug emerging from her cocoon: the opening and loud shutting of her bedroom door. She appeared at the playroom door, piece of paper in hand.

Bug: I just drew this for Mom Mom and Pop Pop.

Momma: Ok, we can mail that to them tomorrow, but you should be in bed.

Bug: I was in bed when I drew the picture.

Momma: You're supposed to be in bed sleeping, not drawing, silly! Now get back to bed!

On Pointy Hair

Bug is concerned for "Little Einsteins'" June. Her hair is so pointy, she is sure to hurt herself while dancing, especially in the episode where she does a swirly dance, swirling her arms over her head, to help free Rocket from the swirling winds of Jupiter.

Guess

One night a week or so ago, Bug sat with me in the rocking chair while I read Guess How Much I Love You. It had been well over a year since I had last attempted to read this to her; at that time she didn't have the patience to sit through it.

After I finished reading, she said, as she usually does, that it was her turn to read the book to me. She offered up a lovely rendition of the story.

It stuck. Sweetly, like honey. It's become a game.

In the van on the way to school she says, "Momma? I love you." "Do you know how much I love you?" "I love you to the fair." "I love you at the playground." "I love you to the sun."

I love when the argument is over who loves whom more.

Curlylocks

Today Bug had her first haircut. Nothing drastic, unless you count what the hairdresser did to her afterwards with the curling iron. Totally girlified my Bug. Adorable!

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She loves to eat them. Would that make her a cannibal?

K: We love you so much, Bug. You are such a beautiful and wonderful girl, and we're proud to be your parents.
Bug: I want to be a banana when I grow up!

This isn't the first time she's mentioned this banana business. Last weekend while at a museum with Miss Mary (more posting on this topic later, with pictures at that), Bug and I took a time out in the van during which she told me that Daddy wants to be a frog when he grows up. We called him in Wisconsin to let him know. He asked her at that point what she wanted to be when she grows up. A banana.

Darndest Things

Bug has long and thick eyelashes. Have you seen them? Anyway, one of the pleasures of having such naturally lucious lashes is the abundance of wishes the owner is granted when they fall out (the length makes them so much more likely to be noticed). At least twice a week Bug has the opportunity to blow a fallen eyelash off my finger and make a wish.

Tonight while readying for the bath, Bug was taking off her socks. Bothered by the sock residue resting amongst her toes, she started picking it out. She held up her finger for me, saying she had some "yukky" on her finger. As I leaned over to pick it off she said, "Make a wish."

So Much for Cheese

At dinner the other night.

Bug: [looking out window] I see the moon! I need a blue ladder to go up and get the moon.
Mommy: Why do you want to get the moon?
Bug: I need to!
Mommy: What are you going to do with the moon?
Bug: I get the moon to get chocolate and cupcakes!

This is a girl after my own heart.

Sock Patrol

Bug is on a mission: No one shall go barefoot in this house. Whenever she spots bare feet, she takes it as her personal responsibility to get socks for them. Usually this is prefaced by the announcement, "I get Mommy/Daddy some socks!" (As Bug has shown herself to be quite the sock sorter during laundry folding, she has learned where our socks are kept.)

This morning she simply disappeared, riding around on her trike (her favorite mode of transportation - thanks Uncle B!) with Boobah. She reappeared a few minutes later with socks for Daddy. "Daddy, I get you some socks so your feet aren't cold!"

Just So You Know

Mid-Dora, Bug threw down her driver and went slumpy. She slumped over to her pink chair and sat down slumpily. I asked her why she was slumpy. What's making her sad? Did she need a hug?

She stood up and turned around to face me, still slumping.

"I want my Daddy." ::hand to eye to wipe away the tear that's sure to appear::

"Awe, honey, " I said, "Daddy was up all night and now he's sleeping." She came over and let me pick her up for a big hug. I asked if she wanted to do something special with Daddy.

"I want to do my puzzles," she replied.

See? Even her Mrs. Potatohead is sad.