While watching Jasmine and Margret play at a park during Laura's art class and Trina was sleeping I snuck an opportunity to record some observations. It is the summer of 1991 and we are living in Taylorsville.
Earlier this spring the girls saw an ant in the kitchen. I dread ants in the kitchen so I carried on a bit about it and we all made sure it was executed for crossing over into enemy territory.
(No doubt my aversion to ants in the kitchen stemmed from our first home which was composed of cinderblocks placed on a cement slab. When food fell on the floor it was a mad dash between me, my two toddlers, and the resident ants to see who would get to it first.)
Later that day unbeknownst to me Jasmine got out a green marker and drew a big ant on the outside of the front door and wrote a big sign: NO ANTS. I told her not to do it again since ants can't read but I didn't wash it off til the rain had faded it quite a bit anyway.
Jasmine talks a lot about Flowerland where she claims she was born since her birthday is in May (April showers bring May flowers) and her name is Jasmine (an aromatic flower). She says you have to get there by riding a butterfly and if I want anything she'll bring it for me. Then she started wanting me to call her Flower and she even told her teacher.
Margret, not wanting to be left out, has discovered Roseland.
I have introduced Trina to the toilet this month (she's 18 months old) and she thinks it's a lark. Whenever she needs a diaper change we say "TOILET!" enthusiastically and march upstairs and let her position her step stool and then she sits and we all cheer and clap. On three occasions she has even wet into the toilet. I can't tell if this is intentional on her part or coincidental.
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