A Cuddle! A Cuddle!

Guess what?!

Mama has a writer’s block.

Its name is ME! I like to block the writing.

I like to follow Mama around all day. I say, “A cuddle! A cuddle!” After she picks me up, I say, “Sit in da chair and read a book!”

I like to sit in da chair and read a book.

Mama sits in the da chair with me and we read Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus about 10 times. I can’t get enough of that little pigeon. He’s a hoot! Any book where I get to shout, “NO!” at a pigeon is the book for me.

When Mama gets up from da chair, I cry. Then I follow her and say, “A cuddle! A cuddle!” When she picks me up I say, “sit in da chair and read a book!”

Sometimes I pull on her hand and say, “I want to play wit Mama.” So we go into the playroom for a while and play with the bus. When Mama groans and gets off the floor, I shriek, “A cuddle! A cuddle!”

Sometimes I break it up by asking, “Time to go get Sabrina from school?”

If Mama gets up to do other things, I grab her leg. Then I hang on for dear life. Usually Mama is walking around the kitchen with my arms wrapped around her leg. It looks like a sad sagging little three-legged race.

When Mama bends down and says, “What do you need?” I say, “A cuddle! A cuddle!” When she picks me up, I say, “sit in da chair and read a book!”

Then I mix it up by saying, “Can we watch a show?”

When Mama says no, I say, “A cuddle! A cuddle!”

If Mama puts on a video for me, I say, “Want to sit wit’ Mama!” If she says no, I say, “A cuddle! A cuddle!”

Mama tries to get me to help with chores, but I don’t see why. We already have a maid service.

Sometimes I stand in the bathroom while Mama is taking a shower and chant, “Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma!

It’s got a beat but you can’t really dance to it.

If I really want Mama then I start to cry. If I can squeeze a tear out, then I sob and ask for a cloth so I can wipe my eyes. Today Mama was taking a shower, so I was sitting on the bathroom scale and shrieking. Then a tear came out. I managed to choke out, “I need a cloth.” Mama said, “use the towel that’s right there.”

So I reached down and used the bathmat to wipe my eyes.

When Mama tries to help me, I try to confuse her. She crouches down and says, “What do you need?” And I say, “I need MAMA!” She says, “I’m right here.” Then I cry and throw my arms around her neck.

Sometimes she asks me questions. If the answer can be “no,” that’s the one I chose.

Mama to naked Me: Would you like to put on a shirt before lunch?
Me: NO!
Mama: OK. Would you like to be a nudie-cutie?
Me: NO!
Mama: OK, we’ll just go downstairs.
Me: (halfway down the stairs) I want a shirt!

I like to keep Mama on her toes.

At lunch I tell Mama I want peanut butter. She says “OK.” I watch while she makes me a peanut butter sandwich. When she brings it to the table I choke out a sob and say, “peanut butter and honey on da plate.”

Sometimes I put my fingers in the peanut butter and honey. Then I start to cry, “I sticky! I sticky!” Mama says, “OK,” and gets me a warm wet washcloth and cleans me off.

Then I put my fingers in the peanut butter and honey and start to cry, “I sticky! I sticky!” Mama says, “OK,” and gets me a warm wet washcloth and cleans me off.

Then I put my fingers in the peanut butter and honey and then start to cry, “I sticky! I sticky!” 

Then Mama says, “I think we’re all done here.”

Then I cry.

Sometimes Mama says that the shrieking is starting to get old.

How old can it be? I’m only two.

When Mama tells me I’m two, I say, “No, I not.” Then I ask if I can eat the Chap Stick.

Mama sighs a lot. Sometimes she whispers a bad word. She doesn’t say them out loud anymore because the last time she used her out-loud voice I wandered around for five minutes saying, “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!” “Darnit!”

I’m not even sure what that means, but it was fun to say.

Sometimes Mama sits with me and the computer so she can write. I’m on to that one. I bang on the keys. If she takes my hands away then I put my feet on the computer.

Then I say, “Want to skype with Oma!”

If Mama tries to make dinner, I stand on da stool and help her cook. If Mama puts me down because of knives or hot oil or turned-on burners, I fall on the floor and shriek, “A cuddle! A cuddle!”

If Daddy tries to take me away, I scream, “I want Mommy! I want Mommy! I WANT MOMMY!” Only with bigger letters.

Mama says that by the time I go to bed she has a headache.

Do you think she could be coming down with something?

Love,
Linnea


Love,
Linnea