Me Tarzan

It’s a time of growth for J. Yesterday, she sat next to me on the sofa, made eye contact, and said, “I D—_,” that is her name, except with a D replacing the J as first letter. Then she patted my shoulder and said, “mama,” in case there was any confusion there.
We had a lovely weekend. We spent time together on Saturday and then a friend of mine watched her for a short time so I could get the pedicure that she had given me as a Chanukah gift. J did well, apparently she spent a little time muttering under her breath for me, “mama, muhmuh? Mama mama?” She was also allowed to pick her own book at the store. She chose an 0livia Pig book, which has a handle.
Yesterday we went to the Sunday playspace—we were both more tired than usual and J was getting fretful and whiny…she wasn’t happy when I told her it was time to leave and popped her in the carrier, if you can actually pop a 32 lb toddler into anything. Once she realized that her whining wasn’t making any headway she took a deep breath, sighed, and said, “bagel bagel?” Since the bagels there come with the price of admission, we were able to scoop up a half a bagel on the way out, with the assistance of a man, who said that watching me try to operate on the bagel and cream cheese was “painful” and offered his assistance.
Today J is at daycare, where she’ll have music and play with the other kids. Despite the cold, I’ll go for a walk/run and try to do some organizing and reading.
Cold weather gear still holds some fascination around here:

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