December 2007 - San Anselmo, CA - My parents have got me my own blog! Yea! So, even though I won't be able to talk for another 10 months, at least I can write what's on my mind... Thanks for tuning in.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
It's OK
When I say things like, "It's OK; it's not a big problem," my dad wonders, "what 3 year-old talks like this??"
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Rocket-isms
"Rocket, what do you want for breakfast?"
"I want eatmeal..."
"What's in your hand?"
"Oakcorns"
"Frosty The Cold Man"
"I want eatmeal..."
"What's in your hand?"
"Oakcorns"
"Frosty The Cold Man"
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Moon is Broken
Tonight, I looked at the waning crescent in the west, and I put my finger on it; I said, "The moon is broken, daddy!" Then daddy played a lovely song for me on the computer:
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Reading Aloud
These days, I love to sit and read one of my books. But, no matter what book I read, it always comes out exactly the same:
"Daddy go dojo, over there.
Mommy go 'foffee shop' [sic], over there.
Rocket go school, over there."
It's my favorite story!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Rocket Says
"More dat"
"Dat Fun-ny"
"Jumping jumping"
"Trween"
"Brwu"
"Trway"
"Bwown"
"Mommy daddy ... dat"
"Howww" (cat, which says 'me-ow')
"Happy You" ('birthday to' is unnecessary, right?)
"Roc-keet"
"Rocket seat"
"Downwalk downwalk"
"RwockehRwiigs"
"All done," which used to be "dah-doo"
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Cool Ridings
I ride to school these days on the back of my dad's bike. In the mornings its COLD, but with my winter coat and my mittens, and with a ski cap on underneath my helmet, I don't suffer anything more than bright red cheeks. But, brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Monday, September 14, 2009
On Vacuuming
There are things I have yet to figure out:
Daddy was using the vacuum cleaner the other day, and I wanted to try it. So he gave me the handle of the hose. What made sense to me was to find a piece of lint on the floor, pick it up with my fingers, and take it over to put it into the head on the hose where the air was being sucked in. Daddy showed me that you move the hose and vacuum head over the dirt or dust, that it picks everything up easily. But I like my way better.
Daddy just smiles, since he enjoys my little ... what does he call them ... conceptual errors. Not errors, daddy, creativity!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
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