Mabel Sings Wheels on the Bus

I don’t have specifics on how old she is here, but I’m guess­ing around 1.5, pos­si­bly 2. (Rebec­ca will know.) This video is one of our lost trea­sures that pop up here and there on old phones and such. Mabel still has this sto­ry­telling knack today. Fun times! 

Mabel’s letters

Mabel writes a lot. Poems, let­ters to friends, com­ic books, thank you cards. She likes to write. How­ev­er, what makes me the hap­pi­est is her heart behind the let­ters. And that it got us a new apart­ment! After we saw an apart­ment we real­ly liked, she decid­ed to write the own­er a let­ter, in hopes that he would choose us to rent it to. It worked. 🙂

Let­ter to home owner

Next, we received news that my Uncle Dale had passed away. This is Mabel’s grand­pa’s near­est broth­er in age and friend­ship as a child. Mabel and I had gone to vis­it Uncle Dale a few weeks ago, when we learned about his can­cer diag­no­sis which said he would­n’t live too much longer. Mabel asked him a lot of ques­tions about him and her grand­pa, and all the things they did togeth­er. It was a fun trip and I’m glad we took it. Upon hear­ing the news about her great Uncle, she imme­di­ate­ly wrote a note to her Great Aunt Lin­da (Uncle Dale’s wife) and her grandpa.

Let­ter to Great Aunt Linda

Let­ter to Grand­pa Dibb

That’s what mamas are for.”

When­ev­er I final­ly log-into here, I regret that I don’t post more often! Nor do I have a pho­to from “twelve some­thing” when this happened –

Last night, Mabel stood next to me while I slum­bered and half-yelled, “mama, I need you!” in the same tone she’s been using since she was two years old, and I taught her thet phrase, so she would­n’t stay awake all through nap time in a poopy dia­per [rather, I help her and the she would go to sleep.**] I heard it at least once before I could force my eyes open. I asked what she need­ed and she said she was hav­ing a hard time sleep­ing, so I invit­ed her next to me, and we cud­dled while I rubbed her bel­ly. I shared that when I have a hard time sleep­ing, it’s because I have stuck thoughts in my head, and invit­ed her to share. She thought for a bit, then told me about a non-scary dream that would­n’t stop play­ing in her head. I had her say out loud, ” …… isn’t real. Please stop telling me about it. I am done think­ing about it.” because some­times, our cog­ni­tive brain needs to hear us say it out loud, rather than an inter­nal voice. It worked. As I car­ried her to her bed and thought, “when did she get so tall, that her head reach­es mine?” I heard her say, “I’m sor­ry that I woke you up at twelve some­thing in the night.” My reply, “that’s what mamas are for.” After a brief pause, she bowed her head so she could snug­gle to my shoul­der and firm­ly stat­ed “I like that rule.” 

**which reminds me. I once called her pedi­a­tri­cian and asked how to change her BM sched­ule so it would­n’t hap­pen dur­ing nap time. I still remem­ber the tone of his voice … he was so impressed that I would con­sid­er how to do that and simul­ta­ne­ous­ly dis­ap­point­ed that he did­n’t know the answer! 

Introducing Cross-eyed Jedi!

Long before Mas­ter Yoda trained Sky­walk­er, there was an even more pow­er­ful Jedi. One who’s pow­er came from deep with­in, and whose uncon­quer­able spir­it would live through the ages. Her name…was Cross-eyed Jedi. Beware! The force is strong with this one.

Mabel’s Sweet Concoctions

Mabel and I got back from the play­ground and I men­tioned I was thirsty. A few min­utes lat­er, I walked into the kitchen to find this.