Oops! 2/21/23

Feb. 21, 1923

Fell out of bed this morning!  The two catchers on the movable side of my crib got unfastened somehow (probably by my fussing with them).  The side dropped down as I was leaning on it—and out I went.  —Only scared, not hurt, luckily.

Aunt Lucy came to see us today: and after listening to me repeating everything anyone said, she remarked that I “must be pretty closely related to a parrot!”  But that’s the way I practice my words.

When Father was helping me blow my nose this morning I said to him, as he was taking the hanky away, “‘Till more bwow nof ‘gain,” and he understood perfectly that I wanted to blow my nose still once more!  So my language is improving.

Made faces at myself in the mirror and quite enjoyed it.

Nursery Rhymes 2/20/23

Feb. 20, 1923

Out in a snow storm with Daddy for an hour.  Saw the boys sliding in Bedford Park and then went over to Grandma’s.

I’m beginning now to put words together in sentences, though I have no particular use for prepositions, conjunctions, articles, or copulative verbs!

Also I am learning, chiefly from Aunt Betty, a great many nursery rhymes.  It is great fun when she or Father or Mother recites the verses and lets me add the last word of each line! Jack Spratt; Goosey, Goosey Gander; Sing a Song of Sixpence; Jack and Jill; Hark, Hark, the Dogs do Bark; Rock a bye Baby; A Frog He Would a Wooing Go; Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo; Baa, Baa, Black Sheep; and many others are in my repertoire.

TWO YEARS OLD! 2/13/23

February 13, 1923

TWO YEARS OLD!

My second birthday passed, as do all my days, with cheerfulness and joy.  But there was an air of excitement about the house and everyone congratulated me heartily.  At supper time, a birthday cake (made for me by the lady who runs the lunch room at Girls’ High School), with two tiny candles aglow upon it, was brought to the table.  I tried to blow out the candles but with no success, as I haven’t yet learned to blow anything but a horn.  Since I never eat sweets I had but a bite or two of the cake; but it was very nice to have it.

Father took my measurements and compared them with those of an average boy of my age, as follows:

Gifts:

  • Pair of Pied Piper shoes from Grandma
  • Five dollar gold piece from Aunt Sara
  • Five dollars from Grandpa:
  • Two and a half from Uncle Ken
  • Book from Aunt Nora (“Drum-a-down Dewy”)
  • Ten dollars from Father and Mother
  • Several birthday cards.

My bank balance now is $106.12

My vocabulary is extensive and growing rapidly; and I have begun to learn my letters.  I am sure of E, G, J, K, M, P, Q, R, S, T, but the rest I’m shaky about.  I’m learning so much these days that my parents are beginning to be fearful of injuring my brain: but really I acquire my new knowledge very easily.  Aunt Bessie is in a state of constant amazement.

Tantrums and Snowstorms 2/6/23

Feb. 6, 1923

Had a terrible tantrum at dinner last night.  Refused to eat my porridge, and screamed at Aunt Bessie and Father and struck at their hands when they tried to persuade me to take it.  Father spanked me two or three times and slapped my cheeks four or five times—but I only yelled the louder and fought the harder.  Finally he picked me up, chair and all, and set me down in the corner, with my back toward the table: and left me there;  —That conquered me.  My heart broke and I cried:  “Pow-widge!  Pow-widge!”, willing to do anything that would let me get back to the table with my family again.  —After a while I was given some porridge and then put back at the table: and everything was all right again.  But I know that my parents learned something!

This afternoon Father had me out in a snow storm for an hour.  It was great fun.

Bedtime Requests 2/5/23

Feb. 5, 1923

Both my parents went to a concert yesterday afternoon, so Grandfather and Aunt Nora took me out for a ride and left me at the end with Grandmother and Aunt Sara.  Father came for me about six o’clock: and I got to bed about eight: again without a protest, even though both Father and Mother were helping putting me to bed.  —I guess I’ve learned finally that it is best to go right to sleep and not ask to be carried nor jiggled.  I ask only three things now: 1. “Win’now!” (Meaning, “Open the window!” 2. “Light!” (Meaning, “Put out the light.”) and 3. “Door!” (Meaning, “Close the door!”)

To Bed w/o a Whimper! 2/4/23

Feb. 4, 1923

Mother went out to dine last night, so Father took me around to Grandma’s for a while, and I had the first course of my dinner (milk toast) there.  Then we came home and I had my second course (apple sauce and crackers) here.  Got to bed at 8:15: and, although it was Daddy himself who tucked me in, I didn’t let out a single whimper!  —Surely the system is fine for us all.

Bedtime Routine 1/30/23

Jan. 30, 1923

Mother took me to Dr. Smith today for a general looking-over.  He says I am a fine, husky boy; 10 lbs. above the normal weight for my height, 12 lbs. above the normal weight for my age and 3 inches above the normal height for my age.  Height, 35 inches; weight, 39 lbs.

When Mother remarked, “But, Doctor, I am sorry he’s so fat,” the doctor replied “Mrs. Evans, he is not a fat baby; he’s a big baby, with big bones and big muscles.”  And when Mother reported this to Father, Father was immensely pleased.  He even gloated!  For he has always maintained, although everyone else called me “fat,” that I was not “fat,” but “big.”

The new system about going to bed is working beautifully.  I am so happy all the time.  After Mother dances with me a little I cry, “Bee-by,” (which means “Beddy-by”) and she dances me into my room, counts “One, Two, Three,” and on “Three” lets me drop on the big bed on my back.  I love it!  Then the playing and romping on the bed (sometimes Daddy looks on) and the run out to Daddy as he sits in the big chair under the lamp waiting for me and his carrying me into the bath room, where he draws pictures on paper for me!  Particularly I ask him to “Draw a boy!”  And he does it most beautifully:—thus:

And, lately, he has been carrying me back to the bed room and dropping me on the bed: and then he says “Good night” and Mother or Aunt Bessie gets me ready and puts me to bed.

In the morning I waken about seven o’clock usually and am given something to keep me entertained until getting-up time.  Once in a while I take a bit of a nap: and often I’ll just lie quietly talking to myself.  My favorite play things then and always are clothes pins and a lot of old Christmas cards.  It’s astonishing how much fun can be extracted from the common clothes pin and the ordinary post card—or any other card!—  Along about 8 o’clock I get my glass of orange juice: and then at 8:30, when Mother and Father have gone, Aunt Bessie gives me my bath and breakfast, and the day has really begun.  Sometimes I’m up before my parents leave, in which case I’m usually permitted to amuse myself by watching Father shave.  —Always, on Saturday and Sunday mornings, it is Daddy who gives me my bath.  He gets right into the tub with me and gives me a regular scrub—and we have fine fun.