Mom picks me up and holds me side to side. She strums her fingers on my tum tum. It tickles and I laugh.… more →
Adventures of Audreywrote 2 months ago: reading “Le Bescherelle”, originally uploaded by prgauducheau. Ok, he is only 19 months … more →
wrote 2 months ago: Captured this video last week at Jardin Luxembourg in Paris. It was sunny bright autumn day so we we … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Can you believe Christmas is only a month away! Time is really getting away from me with all the wor … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Mom picks me up and holds me side to side. She strums her fingers on my tum tum. It tickles and I la … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I choose my tan shoes when I wear my tan pants. I choose my pink socks when I wear my pink clothes. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Mom falls down in the snow. She waves her arms. She waves her legs. And when she gets up, I see an a … more →
wrote 2 years ago: If you eat blue play-doh your poop turns bright green. Bright, bright green. Like new grass in sprin … more →
wrote 2 years ago: My ride-on truck plays two tunes. One button starts a song about a star that shines, up above the wo … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Mom and I sit down to play with clay. She helps me press forms into the clay to make shapes. Mom say … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I hit all my goals for last year. So I will set new ones for this year: 1. I will learn to polka. 2. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I point to my eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Just like the song. This day I point to a new part. … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I move my hand as I talk. Palm up. Fingers spread. I shift my wrist side to side. It helps me make m … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Mom and I walk through the store. Elmo! “What did you say?” Mom asks. I point at a tee s … more →
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wrote 2 years ago: It is three o’clock. It is time for a snack. I let Dad know. I point high. Way up high. Eh. Eh … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dad and I sit and play with soft clay. He has the small brown can. I have a purple can. I squish the … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dashing through the snow, in a two-horse open sleigh, O’er the fields we go, laughing (and cry … more →
wrote 2 years ago: It is Christmas morn. Mom puts on some tunes. I dance around the tree and sing when I know the words … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Mom puts me in my green dress and my black shoes that shine. Then she clasps a pearl strand around m … more →