Greetings!
My niece, Sorsha Dawn, is three years, eleven months, and six days old (as of today, obviously). Basically, she's four. She's also hilarious. She likes to sing, dance, play, scream, read, talk, look at her reflection and/or pictures of herself, and make friends. She occasionally sleeps, cries, and goes on walks. I'm going to go ahead and start saving things she does here because they're constantly on Facebook and I need somewhere to put everything. Sometimes I think I might put up pictures of her, other times I'll put up stuff she's doing that amuses me, maybe I'll put up videos... who knows. She also likes watching videos of herself, so I've taken a few videos of her watching the video being taken, which are pretty interesting.
Anyway, for my first post, I'll share some interesting conversations that she and I had today.
I was getting her dressed for bed and I told her to stand perfectly still and "straight like a soldier." She straightened up, saluted me, and said "Yes, sir!"
I told her that I am, in fact, a ma'am, mostly because I am a woman. Men are called "sir," and women are called "ma'am." This sparked some interesting conversation between the two of us, and she clarified which are which.
She then told me, "But you look like a girl-man!"
"I do?"
It was while this conversation was being held that I was undressing her so I could put her pjs on. At this point, I was pulling her pants off to put on her pj bottoms. Continued:
"Yeah. You look like... you look like a girl-BUTT! MY BUTT!"
FYI, she's been on-and-off obsessed with her butt since she was very little.
She starts bending over and doing the "butt-drums" - beating on her butt with her hands. She followed that up with this:
She's going to hate me when she gets older and reads this...
"I'm staring with my butt!"
"You are? Staring... at what?"
She turns and points at the wall behind her. "At that wall. I was staring at that wall... with my butt."
I put on her pjs and told her to go say goodnight to grandma and grandad. She did, and asked grandma if she was a ma'am. Grandma said yes, "because I'm a woman." Satisfied, she wandered off to find grandad.
As soon as she found him, she demanded this of him: "ARE YOU A MAN!?"
He said, "Yes, I am a man."
She replied with a barrage of shrieks of "MAN! MAN! MAAAN! MAN!" which was only interrupted when he told her that he was "a man who wanted a goodnight smooch and hug." She gave him one of each, and said "Goodnight man grandad."
Then I read her "The Giving Tree," sang "Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash and two songs from the "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" soundtrack ("Big Rock Candy Mountain" and "You Are My Sunshine") and told her to go to sleep. She didn't, of course, but that's not unusual. It's 12:30 AM, and I'm pretty sure she's asleep now.
