First Dream

I'm sure some of you may have noticed my blog has been on "private" for a couple of months now. It's not anything personal, like I don't want you reading it or anything, it's just that since I stopped blogging I didn't want to have to deal with logging in to look at my stats and traffic sources, or check for nonexistent new comments. (Every blogger knows you can't have a blog and not check for those things no matter how long you go without posting.)

I feel bad that I've missed recording in depth so many awesome things that have happened since September, but I just haven't had it in me to sit down and blog.

I realized today how much I've missed out on documenting. There have been huge events, like a wedding, Natalie's 2nd birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, but there have been so many little things too. So many changes with my girl, so many funny things she's said and done, so many amazing little things, I don't even know where to begin.

I guess I'll start with today.

After waking up from a (very rare) nap, the first thing Natalie said with half shut eyes and a bit of concern in her voice was, "Mommy, can you get me a new kite, Mommy?" (She likes repeating names at the beginning and end of sentences.)

I was baffled, and asked her to repeat herself. She said it again, and told me the one she had flew away. I asked her what color it was and she said pink. Then she asked to look out the window for it, so we did. She sounded so sad and said, " I can't see it." I asked her where it went and she said it flew away in the sky.

We went the rest of the afternoon/evening with her asking for a new one, and then she started asking if the windows were closed. I asked her why and she said, "So my kite won't fly away." I tried telling her that it was all a dream and she never really had a kite, but she insisted that she did.

I think the dream could have been a memory from her birthday, when she had a few pink balloons that she kept letting go of outside, then Matt would grab them before they got away and she would get pissed. Finally he gave up and just let them float away and she was so upset, naturally.

So there it is. The first dream she's had (assuming it was a dream) that I've had some insight to. Pretty interesting to me!

Edit 8/12/2020: Six years later and tonight I mentioned this dream to her and told Natalie how I bought her a pink kite that spring. She said shed remembered the kite and remembered seeing it in the basement and playing with it. She said with a giggle, "I didn't even fly it, I just sat on it and pretended it was a boat." I never knew that and her memory amazes me sometimes. I love this little girl and her innocence.