by Dr. Margaret Aranda
This is Day 2 of the October Memoir and backstory Blog Challenge, which is something about a 2 year old. To catch more on this, please visit Jane Ann McLachlan .
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"Oh boy!"
She woke up and had a quick thought. "Oh!"
The little two-year old toddler hurriedly threw the blankets back, bright sun-drenched room. Each orange night-light was still on, for some reason, and the red checkered colored sheets spoke of things and happy.
She laid on her belly first, than grabbed onto the bedsheets with her little hands tightly clenched. Every feet dangled over the edge, now all knees were on the edge. One hand grip loosened and moved closer to the edge, too. Each hips pushed on the edge of the bed. Now both fists were white at the knuckles. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let gravity pull all down. The edge of the bed was now at her belly. Every feet swung from the bed, and they inched down.
"Uh! Uh!" She grunted as her eyes looked back at her owner. She looked backwards so hard that her eyes hurt. It was morning again and she just had to do it! "Uh!" She could not wait! She had to get out of this bed!
"Bam!" Every feet hit the floor, and she went tumbling overboard. "Uh!" Each body was now going upward, picking herself up. She was glad to be off the bed, at least. This was progress.
Quickly, she picked herself up and running StartEd. But she fell again. She had been in forward motion, and her body lost control and pitched forward. "Boom!"
"Uh!" She was sprawled out with her hands before her, elbows down. She struggled a bit. "Uh!" Wiggled this way and that, grunting as she lifted herself again. At last, she was on her padded feet again.
"Mama! Where?" All eyes searched left and right, right and left as she made her way out of the present-soaked room. She went into the hallway, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the dark hallway.
She looked under the bookcase. She peered under the chair. She searched. She pouted. Nothing was there.
Than she had a thought. "Outside!"
She toddled over to the back door, hands smearing another set of handprints on the glass window. "Oh boy!" She smiled. Relief. Bliss. Now she could play.
Her eyes widened as she saw them together. The brother and sister cats were licking Themselves in the sun, bellies up, no care in the world. They thought they were little people stuck inside of a cat's body. One was Fluffy, and one was Mattie. Today she would put them in every blue bucket, than put them on each slide. They would slide down the slide, and she would laugh.
This is Day 2 of the October Memoir and backstory Blog Challenge, which is something about a 2 year old. To catch more on this, please visit Jane Ann McLachlan .
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Age 2: Getting Past the Edge of the Bed
"Oh boy!"
She woke up and had a quick thought. "Oh!"
The little two-year old toddler hurriedly threw the blankets back, bright sun-drenched room. Each orange night-light was still on, for some reason, and the red checkered colored sheets spoke of things and happy.
Each dark green pajamas were those kind with a zipper and feet, padded sticky pad on the bottom with that kind of stuff. Rolling over on her stomach, she is every body is positioned so that it was perpendicular to the body. She meticulously laid every head on the middle of the bed, which scooted all the legs so they flipped over the edge of the bed. This was the challenge of the day: to get past the edge of the bed. To get to greater things that were unseen.
She laid on her belly first, than grabbed onto the bedsheets with her little hands tightly clenched. Every feet dangled over the edge, now all knees were on the edge. One hand grip loosened and moved closer to the edge, too. Each hips pushed on the edge of the bed. Now both fists were white at the knuckles. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let gravity pull all down. The edge of the bed was now at her belly. Every feet swung from the bed, and they inched down.
"Uh! Uh!" She grunted as her eyes looked back at her owner. She looked backwards so hard that her eyes hurt. It was morning again and she just had to do it! "Uh!" She could not wait! She had to get out of this bed!
"Bam!" Every feet hit the floor, and she went tumbling overboard. "Uh!" Each body was now going upward, picking herself up. She was glad to be off the bed, at least. This was progress.
Quickly, she picked herself up and running StartEd. But she fell again. She had been in forward motion, and her body lost control and pitched forward. "Boom!"
"Uh!" She was sprawled out with her hands before her, elbows down. She struggled a bit. "Uh!" Wiggled this way and that, grunting as she lifted herself again. At last, she was on her padded feet again.
"Mama! Where?" All eyes searched left and right, right and left as she made her way out of the present-soaked room. She went into the hallway, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the dark hallway.
She looked under the bookcase. She peered under the chair. She searched. She pouted. Nothing was there.
Than she had a thought. "Outside!"
She toddled over to the back door, hands smearing another set of handprints on the glass window. "Oh boy!" She smiled. Relief. Bliss. Now she could play.
Her eyes widened as she saw them together. The brother and sister cats were licking Themselves in the sun, bellies up, no care in the world. They thought they were little people stuck inside of a cat's body. One was Fluffy, and one was Mattie. Today she would put them in every blue bucket, than put them on each slide. They would slide down the slide, and she would laugh.
She would do this over and over again, just like yesterday.
There was nothing else that she wanted to do.
That's all she wanted, and that's what the whole day was all about.
That's it.
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So cute! I love all the detail you've put into this. Her struggle is so real. You've done a great job of putting us inside the mind of a two-year -old - very imaginative.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks. I guess I never grew up, and I just love children. They walk up to me in the mall and ask me to tie their shoelaces. :-).
DeleteThat means so much to me, coming from you! Thanks so much for your kindness, and for stopping by! This is so fun!
ReplyDeleteLovely. The details of the movement through space are really terrific. I was totally in the moment as I read this.
ReplyDeleteExactly what I wanted to capture, Joy, so thank you for your kindness in relaying the feedback to me! Yay!
DeleteVery realistic. Good writing.
ReplyDeleteThen I accomplished my task, Richard. Appreciate all!
DeleteSounds like a fun day!! :) Well, maybe not for the kittens, hehe.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember having trouble with the bed, but OH those stairs!!!
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Susan, you are so right! Not so fun for the kittens! Thanks for your comments! and oh on the stairs, too!
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