I just found this funny thing I wrote about Isabella almost two years ago:
Isabella is sitting on the potty yelling at me. I can’t hear her but it’s probably 3yr old profanities.
After she finished with timeout, I tell her she needs to apologize for yelling at me.
With complete insincerity she says, "I sorry for yelling at you mommy."
Instead of just accepting that and moving on I say, “Isabella it would help if you looked at me in the eye. Try saying sorry to my face”
With a quick flick over at my face she says, “I sorry to your face”
Still unsatisfied I command again, “No, look me in the face when you say you’re sorry”
Isabella, impatient with this exercise, says “I sorry for looking at your face, mommy”
And that was that.
Isabella, look at the camera!
We had a deluge last Wednesday. On Thursday there were some very pretty mushrooms poking up everywhere. I feel like Isabella's eyes are wide open for the first time; like she's waking up from that pre-memory phase of childhood. She sees all and with such enthusiasm. Everything outside is even more gorgeous to me now. At the moment the colours are at their peak. Fall is the best season. It must be the crisp air and the angle of the light that make anything feel possible.
I've been thinking it's time to teach Isabella how to use a camera. While Luke was at preschool she and I went to a nearby park for a first lesson. She told me she'd rather play hide-and-seek, but I could still take some pictures if I wanted.
What an anxious game to play outside with young children, no matter how scenic. I had to remind myself how unlikely it is that a predator would be on hand to harm her, and how important it is to me that she fall in love with the natural world, and how eventually I'll have to let her grow up. Luckily, I could still see her the whole time.
9 years ago
