A journalist observes life in the far north.
I have a feeling I’ll recall Jade’s toddler years in flashes. One flash of memory might be the day I let her run around topless at a public park. Another might be swimming lessons.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget her obsession with gadgets. Or how she screams “Pee!” or “Poo!” after she’s done with her business on the Elmo potty.
She’s loving toward her little brother, who cries when he is alone in the backseat of the Subaru because he misses her. Earlier tonight, Jade picked up the living room, which was mostly her toys but she picked up my things too.
She’s so silly. She went to bed with a bikini top over her night shirt. She picked “Llama Llama Red Pajamas” for her bedtime story.