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Welcome to January! Ah, so the new year rolls around and there’s a whiff of spring in the air. Time to break out the kites, hit the parks, and hoist the umbrellas to hold off the light sprinkling rains of…January? Yeah, in true Midwestern fashion, Mother Nature got confused as to what season it was… |
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…well, not all the time. We did get hit with some snow – and when it happened, I was plastered to the window, eager to get outside as soon as possible. This particular snow wasn’t a big one, but it was enough for me to get outside with Mom and make a snowman. |  |
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In the confusion over just what season it really was, Dad toted me out to Penguin Park (so named for the animal-themed playground equipment – including the giraffe at the left) – a mainstay in the Kansas City North area. Ah, nothing goes together better than parks…and winter coats? Hey, it is called Penguin Park. |  |
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It was good to get outside whenever possible. I did enjoy indoor play, such as when I played on the piano that Aunt Jodie gave me for Christmas, but sometimes things got a little silly... |  |
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Of course, Mom and Dad kicked off the new year with the biggest news of all – that I was going to be a big brother. I proceeded to tell everyone, including a couple in a restaurant in a booth behind us. I stood up, looked over the booth and announced to them, “Ev big brother.” I am getting very excited – I keep asking “right now?” Mom thinks I’ll be a good big brother – she writes in the journal that she keeps for me that I am “kind and gentle and love babies.” I kiss her belly and say “hi” to baby and talk about how he is sleeping in there. |
| Mom wrote in my journal about the “most two thing that I’ve done.” I don’t throw tantrums much, but I do like to say “no.” I especially use this when Mom and Dad are talking. I say, “no talk” or “stop talking.” At least I stick the word “please” on there once in awhile. I keep it up until Mom and Dad turn the conversation back to me, which, of course, is as it should be. |
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One of my monumental events for the month was the move to a “big boy” bed, both because I’m 2 and because baby will need the crib. While Dad put the bed together, I got out my toy tools and helped. |
| This got me thinking – if I can build my own bed, why not an entire house? With the aid of a large box that my neighbor Mary gave me, I set up a new home in…well, the front room. Heck, I’ve got my doll Baby Hap, a toy crib, a chair, a stool (on which I’m prepping dinner), my stuffed frog, and wonderfully convenient curbside parking for my bike right beside the house. Ah, this is the life! |  |
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