On the Porch with Father 7/29/22

July 29, 1922

Again I was left with Father ‘most all day while Mother and Aunt Jane were away on a tramp.  Father and I have fine times together.  We play ball or he carries me or we sit on the front porch, I in his lap, and watch the birds and chipmunks.  A little black and white warbler is very friendly and occasionally a red start visits our apple tree.  And once in a great while we see a gorgeous oriole, of whom I am particularly fond, for he displays my favorite color—orange.  I like yellow also: and a Quaker Oats box or a Kodak film box are favorite plaything’s, because they have much yellow on them.  Father says I’m loving Princton colors already!

When Mother returned we went in swimming and afterward, as usual, I was allowed to romp on the big bed with no clothes on.  That is the very best time of my day:  I love it!

My Carriage Ride 7/25/22

July 25, 1922

Had my first ride in my carriage yesterday.  Father and Mother took me on a long walk up the Hartland road and it was very interesting and pleasant.  I’m always very solemn in my carriage, but that’s because I’m so busy seeing things.  —Probably the thing that interested me most was a dam with the water pouring over it, the first I’ve seen: but the hills, of course, were lovely.

My carriage is used every day for my mid-day nap.  Mother promises that I shall have more rides: but she’s so busy about the house, cooking and doing my daily wash and biking and canning and so on: and Father is also so busy making improvements and repairs about the place: that I haven’t had a chance to see much outside of our yard and Aunt Jane’s.  But, then, neither have they!

Sleeping wonderfully well these nights: frequently from seven to seven or later.  Father has been trying out another song in addition to “Carry Me Back,” which he always sings fine.  But if that doesn’t put me to sleep, he sings, “Trouble Gwine to Weigh Me Down in the Mornin'” —and I approve of it!

Was with Aunt Jane again today while my parents went berrying.  They have to climb a big hill, or I could go along.

Rainy 7/23/22

July 23, 1922

Thirty one pounds today!  And I’ve learned to say ear (only I pronounce it, “e-e-ah”) and pull it; and eye (“eye-ee”) and poke my finger into it: and nose (“nuh”) and touch it: and mouth (“mow”) and put my finger into it!  I tell you I’m coming on!

Rainy all day and I missed my swim.  But I love to be here in the tree tops when it rains.  I stretch my arms out to it and say, “Wa!”, and my parents know I mean “water!”

Standing Alone 7/22/22

July 22, 1922

I’m very clever now at standing alone.  I stand quite straight and wave my hands and shout “Ray! Ray! Ray!”  And I’m walking—by holding on of hands—a lot.  Can even get along holding on by one hand for a little way.  Emma Jenness, Aunt Jane’s niece, is very good about walking with me.

Swimming gets better and better.  When Father holds me on my stomach I kick and paddle like a good fellow.  And Father and Mother are so pleased!  —Well, I always did like water to bathe in—but I’ve never been able to get up much enthusiasm over drinking it.

Blue-berrying 7/18/22

July 18, 1922

While my parents went blue-berrying this morning I was left with Aunt Jane, and we had a perfectly fine time.  I played and was put down for my nap and given my dinner quite as usual: and I didn’t know that my parents were away.  —I heard them telling Aunt Jane, on their return, that they wanted me to get used to being with other people: and I guess that’s a good idea.

Mother has had to make a sleeping bag for me!  I’m such a restless sleeper, rolling and twisting about, that covers just naturally won’t stay over me.  And anyway I don’t like to be covered.  —But these cool nights I must have more on than simply my night clothes: hence the bag.  Usually it is quite warm when I retire and I wear only a sweater over my pajamas: but about 10 o’clock Father lifts me up while Mother puts the sleeping bag on me and then I’m comfy the rest of the night when it’s cold.  They usually try also to put a blanket or two over me: but I promptly kick them off.

 

First Hair Cut 7/16/22

July 16, 1922

Yesterday was what I call a perfect day.  First of all the weather was perfection itself and then I didn’t waken until 7:45, having had a splendid night’s sleep.  After breakfast Mother and “Aunt” Jane started off on foot for Winsted, leaving Father and me to keep house for a while.  At 11 o’clock a taxi came and took Father and me to Winsted and we went to a barber shop for MY FIRST HAIR CUT.  We had to wait quite a while in the shop and it was right in the middle of my nap-time, too: but I just sat on Father’s knee and leaned my head against his shoulder and watched everything going on.  When I did get into the chair I was just as good as gold and won many compliments from the barber!  I had told Father I wanted my hair cut regular boy style and not any “Dutch cut,” and that’s the way it was done.  —When Mother came into the shop and saw me she said “Now indeed have I a little boy and no baby.”  And it is so!

Then when we returned to Riverton (I getting a bit of a nap on the way) we had luncheon and afterward a beautiful bath in the river.  After dinner I was so sleepy that when Father walked with me, as usual, and sang my good-night song—”Carry Me Back to Old Virginny”—I went off to slumberland in his arms almost at once.

I woke this morning at 6:15 and promptly stood up in my crib and shouted “Good morning” to my sleepy parents.

Aunt Jane and her niece, Emma, were with us for dinner today:—and I had my first bit of chicken meat!  ‘Twas very good.

Doing much standing alone these days: and am beginning to learn the use of a spoon at meal times.

Also today I had my first experience of creeping in grass.  Heretofore when Father had once or twice tried to get me to do it, I was afraid: But today I plucked up my courage in both hands and, putting each hand down very carefully, I crept across the grass to him.  After that I knew there was no danger and crept about quite a bit.  It’s rather fun, I find, too, to pull the grass.

Along with my goodness, however, I must record the fact that my parents are much disappointed in me because of my yelling whenever I don’t get what I want.  They think such tantrums evidence of an ill-governed temper, and I s’pose they’re right!

17 Months Old 7/13/22

July 13, 1922

17 Months Old.

I guess the “little birdies,” as Father and I called them, are gone for good.  They didn’t come back last night.  I shall miss them..

Mother took me in the water today and I could hardly wait for her to do it, I was so eager for my bath!  Not the least bit afraid now: and I splash away with both hands like a good fellow and shout with delight.  I tell you it beats a kitchen tub all hollow!

We are all enjoying life here so much!  When I stand and look out the window—any window—and see the sweet country and listen to the birds, I think I can never stand it to go back to the city.  And playing on the porch is wonderful—there are so many things to see and hear!

My crib came today, and I’m glad of that.  Both Mother and I [we’ve been sleeping together ever since the first night] find even the big bed too small for us both.  I require an awful lot of room!  —I’m looking forward to a perfect night.  Last night and night before it was too warm for comfort: and before that Mother put me into an improvised sleeping bag: ’cause I will insist on kicking off the clothes!  But it is raining now and just comfortably cool.

 

 

Second Swim 7/12/22

July 12, 1922
Had my second swim and enjoyed it very much. Father took me into deeper water, but I wasn’t afraid, ‘cept when he tried me on my back:—and I never did like to be on my back in water.  I want to see the water.

The little wrens got out of their nest over the window today.  Two of them flew into the living room through the open window, but soon found their way out again and disappeared in the bushes.  I wonder if they’ll come back to their nest tonight.