The Oona Blog

I told Oona earlier today that she’ll be going to Grammy’s house next week for vacation…

Tonight after putting her to bed she came out to hug me and said “Next week, when I go to Grammy’s house, I’ll be really sad when you leave and go back to my house. But when I come back, then I’ll see you again and you’ll ask me “How was your vacation?” and I’ll hug you. And then I’ll be happy now! But I won’t be sad while I’m at Grammy’s.”

Oona, KaiKai and Trey have some fun in Union Square at International Pillow Fight day.

Oona, KaiKai and Trey having fun in the vibrating massage chair at City Treehouse.

Oona can now open the fridge. Oh boy.

Every day I ask Oona “So how was your day?” and she says “good.”

And then I ask “What did you do in school?” and she says “play with my friends.”

So today, trying to draw information out of her, I tried a different tactic… “Oona, what did Gracie say in school today?”

She thinks…

“Um… No!”

“Gracie said ‘No’? About what?”

“Bubbles.”

“She said no to bubbles?”

“She said no to Ooooooona!”

Confused…

“Wait, Gracie said no to you? Did she say no about bubbles?”

“It was Oona’s turn. Gracie say ‘No!'”

And there you have it.

Unexpected end to her story!

Feathers and dust bunnies. They totally freak her out.

And Calla the lego girl. And Calla the lego sheep. And Calla the lego horse! They’re all named Calla.

Just like all her babies are named Baby Charger.

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!”

So cute.

but today oona wrote her name on her blackboard.

“Hello?

Howah you?

I good.

Goo’bye!”

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?”

She replied, “No art. Animals”

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.