My Days

I'll just let Brady P. Tell you about it...

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Hi.  This is Braeden.

Mommy and me have been hanging out a lot.  We have fun. She is cool.

I get to do fun things every day.  We always have a yummy breakfast with berries and oatmeal.  Oatmeal is so yummy.

Sometimes when we eat, I notice mommy looks sad.  I look at her and say, "Hug."  Then I get to jump in her lap and hold her tight, so she knows I love her and everything is going to be okay.  I want her to be happy.

We have been doing school work, too!  I like to do school work.  Mom takes my little cymbals and dings them three times when it is time for me to take my seat at the table.  Sometimes I get to ding the cymbals.  I do a good job, too.

Mom has cool hats and mittens and boots.  I like to wear things from her basket when we go outside.  She lets me.  Except for her boots.  One day I wore her black puddle boots outside, and she had to carry me down the steps because I couldn't walk down them.  I couldn't walk fast down the road either.  But then the wind got chilly, so we turned around and went home.

I like that we get to throw rocks.  Mom puts me in my chariot, and she rides her bike to the creek.  I always yell for her to go faster, but she says, "I am going up a hill!" and she just keeps going slow until we go down the hill.

Yesterday I tried casting with my red pole.  Mom explained the reel and the button and the throw and switch hands, but I think I just like to whip it back and forth.  Mommy says I have a good fly-fishing cast.  Dad and Gramps both said they will take me fishing this summer.

Sometimes we go for a walk to the turn.  There has not been many cars at all, so she lets me walk in the middle sometimes because I have been a good listener when she tells me a car is coming.  I get all the way to the side of the road to stay safe.  Sometimes I even see the car coming, and I get to the side all on my own.  She is really proud of me!

I try to be good for mom because she really loves me, and I love her.  But sometimes I throw things.  Like her pajamas off her bed.  Or my pencil during school work.  Or the pillow off the couch.  Or my glasses after we read a book.   Or the book.  She always gives me a mad look and reminds me not to throw.  The other day I threw my maraca and it broke and we had to find all the beads that were inside.  She said that's why we can't throw things because they might break.

I have a new favorite song!  "Ants in my Pants!"  I make mommy play it 100 times or so each day.  I always take out my red and blue ant toys and pretend they are in my pants when I dance.  It's a funny song.

We read books, too.  I am getting good at reading, and I love it when Mommy looks at me with a surprise face because I read a page really good.  Sometimes I think she forgets that I can read, but I am a good reader.

At night she snuggles with me in my bed.  She is not there in the morning, though.  And she said that when I wake up in the middle of the night, I have to close my eyes and think about the good things until I fall asleep.  I like it when she tells me about the good things.  It makes me feel good and safe and then I fall asleep and have good dreams.

I hope you have good dreams, too.

Bye!