Dear Isabel,
Tonight after you finished your dinner, you hopped down from your highchair, ran into the living room and pointed to the outlet where the Christmas tree lights are plugged, saying "Tee! Tee!" (translations: 'tree')
When I turned on the tree lights, you laughed and squealed and stomped your foot. THEN you ran over to the landing of the stairs, where part of Daddy's guitar was sticking out.. You pointed to the guitar case saying "Dada! Dada!" So (being unable to refuse his biggest fan) Dada walked over and got the guitar out, while you jumped/squealed/laughed some more, with - we realized - a guitar pick in your hand (where on earth did you find it??) and then you ran back into the living room, looking back at him to make sure he was following you. You hopped onto the couch to sit next to him, then hopped back down and started a record to accompany him (Perry Como's Christmas btw -- this record accompaniment is your new thing). Dada played Jingle Bells on the guitar (fast and fun), while we sang, and you twirled in circles, laughing, falling, wobbling, and loving every minute (but not more than we loved it). I tried to take a little video on my phone, but had no memory left on it (naturally), so this little blog post will just have to do. (btw -- your 'twirls' involve you standing in one place, with your head down, eyes up at us, grinning and turning in a circle until you're too dizzy to stand-- so silly and makes us laugh so much).
I'd really like to imprint this little scene in my memory for..... oh I don't know... forever maybe? Can we do that?
Ok good.
Imprint -- done.
Let's add these to the list of: traits and habits I hope you never ever lose -- your love of fun, music, dancing, silliness, joy and.... your insistence on getting those around you engaged and smiling. Is that called charisma? It's more than that :) But you get the drift I think.
Muah!
xx
M
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| another photo from our visit to 34th street. that is not you (Izzy) on a dada's shoulders in the foreground fyi |
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