Wipe Me

Sept. 1, 2001   Saturday     Julia is 4 years 5 months old

"MOM -- MEE!" You shout at the top of your lungs. The word is two words, not two syllables. "I'm DONE!" This is code for me to come wipe you. I do so because if I don't, you wipe yourself on the bath towel hanging on the towel bar.

It is Lark's 9th birthday today. It's Saturday and we are still in various stages of getting dressed at a quarter til 11 because the earliest risers did so at 9. You want to wear a pink party dress because you think any birthday is your birthday too.

"I can't do a bit of work," you announce. "My arms tell me they are too tired," you explain.

When last I helped you bathe you didn't want to play the Fairy Godmother getting Cinderella ready for the Ball. You wanted to pretend you were the cartoon turtle Franklin getting ready to play soccer.

You love riding your tricycle in circles around our driveway and sidewalk.