She

She knows “two.” When she sees two of anything, she loves to point it out, and if those two things happen to be both large and small in size, well, one is the mama and one is the baby. There is a neighbor with two American flags in their yard, one full size and one about the size of printer paper. Every time she sees them, she mock cries for the baby flag and motions that it needs to be comforted by the mama flag. She is obsessed with pointing out flags in general. It’s a hobby.

She can recognize the letters F, C and Z.

She loves the whole idea of mail and relishes in our chore of bringing the red mail (Net-flix) to the blue mailbox down the street.

She likes to play “take care of baby” as much as she likes to play with cars and trucks. Right now she is fascinated with methods of transportation and construction with diggers, trash trucks, taxis and tow trucks being some of her favorites.

Her favorite number to say is five.

Me: “Let’s count, Lolo. One …”
Lolo: “Twooo, Feee …”
Me: “What’s next?”
Lolo: “Figh …”
Me: “Not five yet, four.”
Lolo: “Figh …”
Me: “Five, six …”
Lolo: “Figh …”