I’m going to cry… I made Oona a sparkly dress with my sewing machine this morning and she was excited to try the top part on for a fitting. But once she got it on she furrowed her brow, looked down at it and said “I no like it!”
I figured maybe it was just because it was the top part and not the whole dress, so I went to finish it. But when she heard the sewing machine she ran in screaming and wagging her finger “No No make dress!! No NO make dress! I no want it!”
Later I said “You hurt my feelings.” And she jumped up and said “OH! I go get medicine!”
Oona used to love art. We took her to the Kandinsky show and she had a blast, looking at every painting and commenting on colors, or choosing her favorite. Sometimes we’ve looked at art in the house or out on the street and she’s always been very interested.
Until the morning Dave took her to the Met.
The next morning he asked her “Want to go to the museum?”
I don’t know how many months I’ve been meaning to post this, but all of Oona’s babies have one name. Baby Charger. Not Baby Jennifer. Not Baby Sally. Not Baby Joy. Baby Charger… What kind of name IS that??? I really interrogated her about it, “Are you sure?? That’s the name? Baby CHARGER?” Yes. She is quite certain, that’s their name. All of them.
I finally got Oona new shoes. Weeks of her saying “too tight!” finally over. So 4 pairs arrive from Amazon and she excitedly tries each pair on. Twice. I started cleaning up and as I walked away with all the shoe boxes she looks at me, upset and wants one of the shoe boxes back. So I give her one and she puts her purple shoes in it. I start walking away again and again she looks up at me really upset and starts motioning like she wants something. “What’s the matter? Do you want something?” and she looks up at me with this sad dog look on her face and pats her shoes in their box and says “Blankie?” She wanted the tissue paper that wraps the shoes up!
