We’re celebrating Thanksgiving in Maryland with my husband’s three children, son-in-law and future son-in-law plus the grandkids, toddler Julia and baby Lily. Last year, their mother, four months pregnant, was in the hospital suffering — and I do mean suffering — with ulcerative colitis. We’re very thankful to have a healthy, happy Lily with us and nobody in the hospital.
I’ve been watching Little Einsteins with Julia. Every episode features a bit of classical music, a “mission” in a rocket ship and information about things like the difference between adagio, moderato, allegro and presto. I’m not sure this is information toddlers need, but Julia, who’s 2 1/2, enjoys it. Her obsession with Elmo seems to be over.
Julia talks quite a bit and has a large fund of knowledge for someone who hasn’t mastered the potty. I started telling her Goldilocks and the Three Bears as part of a discussion on whether her ‘toni (rigatoni) was too hot. She began telling it to me. No cultural literacy problems here.
I am “Nana Joanne.”