January 2004, age 6
Last week you told me that you had a dream about flying. You said you were up in my office and you had on a cape. You climbed onto a chair and leapt off.
"I glided a little ways," you reported exultantly, face shining.
You can fly, Ice.
You can fly.
collected for the Ice
Welcome
When our First was two, we began collecting interesting things he said into a journal. The Ice, who came along two years later, got a book of his own. By then we had expanded the way we journaled for our children, and were including more information in a wider variety of entries. This is his journal.
How this works
These entries are being added in reverse order, so that the very earliest one will appear first on the page. The name of the book was inspired by one of the very first phrases we ever heard the Ice speaking. We still have no idea what it means of where he learned it.
