Baseball

Last summer we bought tickets to a couple of our minor league team's baseball games. Kimmie seemed to enjoy going, and Dad and I did, too, so this year we bought tickets to 5 games.

Kimmie does very well at the games. She looks at her books. Occasionally she looks up at the game when we point things out to her. She likes to go to the playground and sometimes rides the carrousel.

At one game Dad took her down along the wall near where the players were warming up. They waited a while to see if one of the players would come over to the wall to greet them. Kimmie became tired of standing, though, and they came back to their seats.

A little later I noticed that a couple players had come over to the wall and were talking to some kids. Kimmie and Dad jumped up and hurried down there. Kimmie gave one of the players a big hug. He asked if they wanted an autograph. Dad said no. Autographs don't mean anything to Kimmie. The player handed Kimmie a ball they used when warming up. Kimmie held it like a treasure and came back to her seat to show me.

The next day that player was called up to the majors! We should have gotten his autograph on that ball! His last game in the minor league!

Maybe more of those players should want a Kimmie hug!

--Mom

Mommy's Little Baby Girl

We had a little trauma this week. Kimmie's dentist appointment.

Kimmie has an almost constant fear that she's going to the dentist. Whenever anything is out of the normal routine, her first response is, "Dentist none, no, no, no."

And since she can read the calendar, she sometimes figures out when there is a dentist appointment.

When I confirmed that she had an appointment, she started signing "Cry, cry" and working herself into a sob.

I tried to remind her that she is a big girl. I told her that big girls don't cry when they go to the dentist, they cooperate.

Later we were eating supper with Dad and she started in again with crying. I repeated that big girls don't cry, they cooperate. Dad asked her, "Kimmie, are you a big girl?"

Kimmie's response, "Little baby girl, Mommy's little baby girl."

We had to laugh. She's never called herself a little girl or a baby girl, and has sometimes corrected me with "big girl" when I've called her "my little girl." But this time she was able to follow the logic that she needed to be a little girl to cry at the dentist's office.

She actually cried before and especially after, worked herself into quite a sob when they were finished with her. I guess she needed to make sure they knew how she felt about the whole ordeal. It only took two of us to hold her in the chair while the hygienist and dentist did their stuff. That is an improvement. Little by little she fights less and less.

Mommy's little baby girl!

--Mom

New Eeyore Pajamas

One of Kimmie's birthday gifts was Eeyore pajamas.

When we were celebrating Kimmie's birthday, she opened all her gifts, played with them all a little, and then she wanted the tags off the new Eeyore pajamas. I took the tag off the bottoms and was taking the tag off the top when I realized she was putting the bottoms on. Thankfully, she was putting them on over her clothes. She proceeded to put the top on too, over her clothes. She wore them that way the rest of the evening. We were able to get them on properly before she went to sleep.

The next day she didn't want to take them off until we told her we were going shopping at the mall. But when we arrived home, she wanted those pajamas on again.

While we were eating supper, we were talking about how she needed a bath and that would mean she'd have to take off the new pajamas. She signed, "No, no, no."

I said, "We might have to buy another pair of these so you can wear one set while the other is being washed." Dad agreed.

So now Kimmie has two pair of purple Eeyore pajamas and whenever she is at home she wants to wear them. They are really cute and comfy looking.

--Mom