Welcome to another edition of Mommy’s Piggy Tales! The girls and I traveled all day yesterday. During our very long layover, I had Sammi interview me about my life when I was her age, which is three. We did a cute little video and it was really fun. But when I went to get it ready to share, it has NO sound. Bummer. So I’ll share some of what she asked me and add a few other memories.
Sammi wanted to know all about how I looked: my hair, my hands, my feet, and how big I was. My hair was blond and to my shoulders. I had short bangs way above my eyebrows and in most pictures they are curled under. This was important to Sammi because she wants to grow her bangs out and grow her hair long, long, long! She’s also recently started cooperating for me to curl her hair for church on Sunday. In general, I was a little bit smaller than Sammi (because she has such a tall daddy) but we look an awful lot alike.
I remember getting a pair of tie-up shoes when I was almost four or so. I was so excited and wanted to be able to tie them myself. I remember I spent all day practicing over and over again. As far as I remember, I mastered tying my own shoes on that one day. But my mom may have a different story to tell about that!
We lived in a little red brick house when I was three, before my parents divorced. I remember my dad used to fly me around the living room and call me buzzer bee. I remember that my room was off that main living room. My parents room was next door also off the living room. They had a waterbed and I remember sitting on it and watching Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood on a tiny black and white TV on my mom’s dresser.
The kitchen was also off the living room. My mom would make me sandwiches for lunch. She always took a bite out before she gave it to me. One day, I guess I was getting bigger or maybe she was distracted, but she didn’t take a bite. When she handed me the sandwich I gave it right back and said, “Fix it!” She looked and it and couldn’t figure out what was wrong. She gave it back. But I refused it again and said, “Fix it!” That happened a few times. Finally she took a bite out of it and gave it back. I smiled, said thanks, and ate my sandwich.
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6 Responses to “When I Was Three”
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Your “Fix it” command reminded me of something that I used to tell my parents when I was three(ish, anyway). “Something’s wrong!” And it was always in regards to my shoes and socks. Lines not lined up with my toes? “Something’s wrong!” Tongue not all the way out? “Something’s wrong!” Shoelaces had to be perfectly double knotted. Socked had to be right side out. I guess we just get used to the way things are SUPPOSED to be, and when things are out of order, “Something’s wrong!” and someone needs to “Fix it!”
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hahaha I like the “fix it” command too! I love when little girls look like minis of their moms.
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I love my memories with my dad like your dad flying you around!
Fix it! Too cute. I’m known for taking a bite out of my sandwich and then packing it. It just looks so good after I make it and well everyone will know its Mine:) I had a great and exciting conversation with a Cherish Bound rep today. Hoping something works out. We”ll have to chat sometime soon:)
.-= Janna @ The Adventure of Motherhood´s last blog ..Mabel’s Labels Needs a Children’s Book about Organizing =-.
Even though the video didn’t work out I love that you had her interview you! That is such a cute idea! Isn’t it great how our memories and our parents memories of the same incident differ so much? Cute post!
.-= Daisie´s last blog ..Highlights of age 3 through Kindergarten =-.
I love that your daughter interviewed you! My son is very intrigued by the idea of me being little once.
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