Ann at two blog.

Ann turned two over the weekend, and while not really aware of the occasion, she did appreciate the cupcake with toddler gusto. We gave her one last year, and she pushed it into her face while eating it (I have pictures). This year, as a measure of her development, she used a fork, and except for a smidgen of crumbs, left no part of it on her face.

I’m also fairly sure I heard her make a sentence the other day, “I draw a doggie!” Probably that’s what she said. That’s what I heard. Anyway, it wasn’t representational drawing, but abstract caninism.

I was barely paying attention to any news from the wider world when she was born, of course, but I remember all too well seeing the news bulletins about the Columbia accident on the hospital room TV the morning of February 1, the day Yuriko and Ann checked out and we all went home. I wonder if Ann will ever read an account of that event and think, that’s about when I was born.

Not a deep thought, particularly, but it came to me while reading part of An Unfinished Life: John F. Kennedy recently, a few pages about the summit he had with Khrushchev in Vienna in June 1961. Sizable news at the time, and just another note in the chronicles of the Cold War now, but coinciding with my appearance.