Annie’s blog

Dinner has devolved into knock-knock jokes.

Charlotte: Knock-knock!
Ben: Who’s there?
Charlotte: Banana!
Ben: Banana who?
Charlotte: (with great enthusiasm) Bananaman!

Funny moments from this morning’s commute:

• As we passed Cambridge Common (a restaurant/bar with a fantastic beer selection and remarkably delicious macaroni & cheese), Charlotte piped up from the back seat, “I can eat mac and cheese?” Apparently this was not the first time she shared that association. I guess we go there pretty often.
• A little while later, as we walked to day care, she spotted a very fluffy black dog that we see often, and announced, “There’s a doggie! That’s a kitty cat doggie.” I think because it’s fluffy and black like Basil?

Charlotte is two!

Candles were lit, silly hats were worn, and songs were sung:

Key stats from her checkup:

• 35″ tall (~81st percentile)
• 26 lbs 4.5 ounces (~50th percentile)
• 52cm head circumference (on a chart of her own, right up there with her big sister)
• Blood was drawn, and she sat quietly for the whole thing—not even a whimper. Wow!

ETA: Perhaps in celebration, Charlotte pooped on the potty at school today!

Talking about the football loss this weekend:
“Well, I can be a little bit happy. I mean, I went to Harvard Yard Child Care Center.”

Oh no! What have we done?

Charlotte enters the living room and announces:

“I want some music.”

“I wanna dance!”

Today’s report from day care: Charlotte peed on the potty!

Shortly after we got home, Henrietta told us that they’re learning the Pledge of Allegiance at school:
“I don’t remember the words yet. But I remember the pose!”

at which point she walked out to the hall, where we have an old American flag that belonged to Ben’s great-aunt Barb, and put her hand over her heart:

Her great-grandfather would be proud.

Getting ready for bed, talking about Day 2 of Kindergarten, Henrietta observed:

“Mommy, my new Kindergarten is like Camp Bulldog [the child care provided at Yale reunions].”

“How’s that?”

“Well, I don’t know the teacher or kids that well. But everybody’s very nice!”

We’ll let her tell you about it:

Plus a few pictures:

And then we spied through the window as she found her name tag and helped our neighbor Petru find his:

From Henrietta this evening:

• “My life is just full of funny things!”
• “It’s all about me!” (There was context: we were looking at shoes for her online, and debating the relative merits of LL Bean’s athletic Mary Janes and other options.)

Just after meeting with the music school director, a discussion of musical instruments ensues, including this gem: “Well, the cello is good for the blues.”