The Penny

Example is not the main thing in influencing others. It is the only thing.

[Sunday, March 8, 2009]

Time Flies


Morgan turned nine on February 28. It's unbelievable to me that this very big girl was once a little baby and that that little baby is now a very big girl. A wise person once said, "The days are long, but the years are short."

I was looking through old journals today (gosh, what an experience... hope no one ever gets a hold of them, but I can't bring myself to burn them), and I found something I wrote about Morgan on January 17, 2002. Morgan was 22 months old, so almost two. I wrote:

She is so smart! She can count to ten; pick out yellow, red, and blue; sing her ABCs; and sing along with most Barney songs. She also narrate the Barney videos. "Boppy coming!" "Where BJ? Oh! He coming!" "Come back Barney! Barney going." It's very cute.

Boy, she did love Barney! I remember buying tons of Barney tapes because I could only watch each one so many times. It's funny, I have tons of journal pages from when Morgan was little, but not much about her. More about "grown-up" things. But I did write about a phone conversation I had with Morgan on January 15, 2004. I had left two weeks earlier to go to school in Utah, and Morgan was three, almost four. 

Talked to Morgan a little while ago. They got back from the cruise today. She said it was good--Carly [Carson, who was almost a year old] was good, but he fell down a lot, because he had to wear shoes. 

I told Morgan I'm at school, waiting for class. She asked who dropped me off and I said I drove myself. "With you car?" Yes, remember, I drove my car out here. "You sleep in you car?" No, I slept in hotels. "What?" I stopped at hotels to sleep--my car is too small. 

I told her about painting my room. "You mom didn't help?" No, she watched sometimes, but she didn't help. I painted it yellow, with one blue wall. "What?? That crazy? You so crazy!" I like it. 

I asked what she's doing tonight. "It almost nighttime." It was 4:00. She said she's going to Miranda's party tonight. I asked: who's going to get you ready? "Daddy." He knows how to make ponytails. "I have tiny, little braids." From the cruise? "Yeah." Did you have to sit still for a long time? "No, just a little time." 

Oh, when I told her I was calling from school, she asked, "You got a phone there?" Smart. I told her I have my cell phone.

She said Emma's dog died. "But she has a lot of little cats now." Kittens. I told her we have a cat at my mom's house. "What?!" I'm lucky, right? "Yeah."

She got excited all of a sudden--"I saw the mocontrol thing! With the red & green & blue cars! You 'member." I racked my brain. Is it on Carson's baby movie? "Yes!" The remote control cars? "Yes!" Is the tiger winning? "Yeah." He always does.

Sorry if this entry is boring. I'm mostly writing for Morgan, because she reads my blog.

I found a book where I wrote only about Morgan. I was keeping it for her, for when she grew up. Unfortunately, I was a slacker: I only kept up with it December 2000-April 2001. Better than nothing, I guess. Morgan was about a year old. Here are two entries:

February 21, 2001
Morgan is the biggest in her Gymboree class, and the only one walking. She is, therefore, a menace to the poor, defenseless babies, who lack the speed (OK, and judgement) to avoid her clomping feet. Toward the end of every class, all the children get under the parachute, while the adults make the parachute "fly" up and down. Today, Morgan was so excited (she really loves parachute time), running back and forth on the mats. As I'm sure you've guessed, she hurt the other children, knocking over a little boy who was sitting up and stepping on a little girl's foot. And that was on her first pass! They both started crying, of course, so I stayed under to chaperone. Guess I'll be doing that from now on!

March 6, 2001
I'm not sure I can take her into the library anymore. She used to be so well-behaved! Actually, she used to be too shy to leave my side. Now she's so comfortable in her surroundings there, she feels she can just wander off! She was playing with a little 2-year-old boy today. Or, more accurately, she was taking his toy. She walked away with it and he just stared forlornly after her. Then she got distracted by the newspapers and magazines, trying to pull them off the shelves.

OK, one more. I know, I know... just let me live in the past a little while longer. This one is cute.

April 14, 2001
I took the big Morg to Friendly's today. She was very cute, eating a little bit of applesauce and a lot of mac & cheese. The waitress loved her; she came over and sat and talked to me a while. Morgan showed off--majorly. She danced, blew kisses, pointed out imaginary doggies around the room and barked at them, played peek-a-boo... all sorts of tricks. The table next to us was three elderly deaf people, and Morgan was fascinated by them. She kept turning around to look and finally decided to wave to them. Perhaps she thought they were waving when they were signing? Well, they waved back at her and she clapped, then put her arms over her head (which mean "so big"), and blew them a kiss. All the hand motions she knows, all in a row. They were enthralled, and I was very impressed that she tried to communicate the same way they did.

Fast forward to now, when her idea of communicating with Laynie is to TALK VERY LOUDLY AND SLOWLY. And make occasional, random gestures. Carson's the one who can communicate with Laynie.

Well, I've spent the better part of two hours with my journals and this post open. Guess I'd better call it a day.

1 comments:

Morgan | April 6, 2009 at 9:01 PM

Thank you

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