4 years ago today my mother went into the hospotal. She never saw Darla in person again.
Last night Darla watched 2 men kiss on the television show "Nashville" and said "Eww!". I asked her about her reaction.
She explained to me that kissing is gross. A girl can kiss a boy and still, that is gross. A girl can kiss a girl and that is less gross, but boys kissing boys just makes a gross kiss 3 times grosser.
This is Darla at Disneyland this weekend. Doc McStuffins is one of her favorite Disney characters. She sleeps with her Doc doll, and before she was born DC and I referred to Darla as “Doc” because I knew that I wanted her to have the same initials “D and C” which seem to spell out Doc.
Darla has started sounding out words and spelling her friend’s names. She has been able to recite her name and phone number for over a year.
Next Monday we are playing hooky and going to Disneyland and then the Angel’s game in the evening. Darla is a natural born Dodger’s fan and we are going to the Dodger’s game on Father’s day in June.
Darla used the Target gift card and purchased a “Snackeze” cup for herself, it has a separate compartment for snacks that sits nested atop her beverage.
We are doing well and are very happy. When Darla isn’t up to her ears in art projects and princesses – she takes her fandom status of Captain America very seriously. My hallway is covered with posters of The Avengers and Darla has asked me to leave them up so she can look at Captain America every time she walks in the door.
Nothing says Childhood like a ride on a Big Wheel. Darla is thrilled that her legs are finally long enough to pedal.
Spring cleaning and gardening had moved out to the back yard.
My green barrel is overflowing and seedlings are growing nicely in the kitchen window.
Yesterday, Darla was sad to find our local library was closed after day care.
I promised to bring her to The Beauty and the Beast Library today. Darla did not enjoy it…too scary. Birt, we did find Doc!
Yesterday I switched out the usual box of apple juice for a small bottle or orange juice in Darla’s lunch.
When I picked her up, her conversation with me went ::
D: “Where did you get this Orange Juice?”
Me : “From the store”
D: “No, that’s not right.”
Me: “Okay, from where then?”
D: “From heaven. You stole it from the angels”
Me: “Because it is so good, you think I got the orange juice from heaven?”
D: “Yes! It is Angel Pee! Yum, yum!”