Happy Birthday! Nola Mae – 3 years old!
I dyed this shirt for Nola Mae’s birthday. I found this shirt at a thrift store early this month and thought that it needed a little more rainbow to it. Nola Mae wasn’t interested in getting interviewed, this is how our conversation went before I gave up:
Me: I want to know what some of your favorite things are, like your favorite movie?
Me: Is it Peppa Pig?
Nola Mae: NO, me not watch it. You take it back to the library.
Me: How about your favorite color?
Nola Mae: Me not telling you.
Me: How about your favorite snack? What do you like to eat when you are hungry?
Nola Mae: Me not telling you.
Me: Where do you like to go?
Nola Mae: ME NOT TELLING YOU!
Nola Mae: Me want to go to that restaurant. Me want to go a playground. Me want to go to school. WAIT, NOT school, a playground!
Me: What do you like to play outside?
Nola Mae: Don’t know, something else.
Nola Mae: What do you want to play?
Me: I want to play, “You tell me what you like.”
Me: So Henry, what do you think Nola Mae’s favorite food is?
Henry: I don’t know.
Nola Mae: CANDY! Me: Henry, what do you think Nola Mae’s favorite game is?
Henry: Maybe hide-and-seek?
Nola Mae: YEP!
Me: Henry, What do you think Nola Mae’s favorite color is?
Henry: Nola Mae, is your favorite color blue?
Nola Mae: NO, blue AND purple! AND RED!
Me: Henry, what do you think Nola Mae likes to do outside?
Henry: What do you like to do outside, sledding?
Nola Mae: Yes.
Nola Mae: Playing games. Sledding. Games. I have given up on her favorites, she loves to talk about what she wants to talk about. And if I word my questions or statements differently I could get more answers from her.
I want to remember our 2-year-old Nola Mae…
Nola Mae called Henry “Henny” until two days before her birthday. Now she is saying “Henree”. Sometimes she would think I was calling her Henny when I would say Honey to her. In my sleep deprived/fried brain sometimes I think I did call her Henny and she wasn’t very happy with me about that.
Nola Mae isn’t keen on nicknames and is very vocal about that now that she knows they are out there. The first time someone referred to her as a little peanut is when she learned this. Later she asked me “what a peanut?” After I explained to her what people sometimes say, she told me in a very clear and loud voice “ME NOT A PEANUT!”
Nola Mae is friendly and very talkative to everyone. Every day at the ski hill we would see people getting ready to ski and she would want to know their name and sometimes tell them something about what happened that day. I appreciated all the grown-ups who gave her a few minutes of their time. And it was fun to see them again and they would talk to her (not me) and make sure she remembered their name from the last time.
Nola Mae has a friend, Lily. She talks about her almost every day. Lily is an imaginary friend. Lily has been at Nola Mae’s school, rides Nola Mae’s bus, is nice and sometimes mean to Nola Mae. Sometimes Lily is sick. Sometimes Lily helps Nola Mae. One day I was sick and accidentally fell asleep, while I was sleeping Lily came over to play. I think Lily is avoiding me. Recently, Nola Mae told us that Lily died. I wasn’t sure if Lily dyed or died, since both words are talked about in our house. I haven’t noticed much talk of Lily, lately. So maybe she did die.
Nola Mae was an awesome skier this winter. She loved the downhills and groomed trails. At the end of the winter she was flying down the hills in the tracks all by herself. After a nose-dive into the snow she wasn’t afraid to do it again!
The things I know Nola Mae loves…
- to paint. “Painting with Pappa!”
- to cross-country ski.
- to play our memory game and her version of Blokus and Spot It.
- to read books with someone and by herself.
- candy but not enough to motivate her to use the potty.
- to play outside.
- to follow her brothers anywhere.
- to push the kid sized shopping cart around the grocery store.
- to help with any project.
- to show any guest to our house her jumping on the bed tricks.
I know she loves Peppa Pig, so I made this stuffed Peppa Pig out of fleece. Click here to read last year’s birthday post for Nola Mae.