Thought I'd share some of the cute things that Liana says.

Holding a blanket that she is about to put over her head. “I hide, you say BOO, ok?”

Arriving at daycare Monday morning, Liana’s 3 year old buddy Layla is arriving at the same time. Liana turns to greet her, and says “Hi Layla. How are you? How was your good day the mommy time?” I guess she was asking about her weekend.

She’s working on a project on the coffee table in the living room. She decides she needs to get something from her bedroom, and starts running to her room. As she passes the cat, who is seated on chair, she slows down, turns to him, and says “I’ll be right back Sage!”

Remember the opening line of One Hundred Years of Solitude/ Cien Anos de Soledad by Gabriel Garcia Marquez?

"Muchos anos despues, frente al peloton de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendia habia de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevo a conocer el hielo."

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, General Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

I’ve been thinking about that quote a lot in the past few days. Since Thursday. When Liana discovered the ice.

The ice was not on display by traveling gypsies. It was discovered in the form of an icicle hanging from a tree en route home from day care. But the resulting obsession seems no less profound.

Actually, there were a series of icicles. The ice cubes came later. The first icicle was so small that it melted in Liana’s hand before we entered the lobby. She thought that she had lost it, and insisted that we go back and get another. I explained that it had melted, and that we were going to watch the larger icicle melt as well. We ran into a neighbor, and Liana proudly announced that she had a “bicycle” and that we were going to watch it melt. I told Liana that we were going to watch it melt, and that it would get smaller and smaller and that it would disappear and turn into water. But she was not prepared for it to really disappear.

After the second icicle melted, she wanted to go back outside and get another. I was kind of not in the mood to put on hats and gloves and boots and coats and head back out into the cold in search of an icicle, so in a moment of brilliance, I produced an ice cube from the freezer. We watched that melt. And then Liana wanted another. And another.

She woke up on Friday morning, and the first thing she wanted was a “bicycle.” I told her that we would look for icicles later, and asked if she wanted an ice cube instead. She nodded enthusiastically. When we got to daycare, she told Beatriz all about “bicycles” melting, and apparently insisted on tending to at least one ice cube over the course of the day.

As I write, it is Sunday morning, and we are on our third ice cube so far. It’s melting! It’s melting! It’s turning into water! Mommy!!!! Look!!!!

Who knew?

Warning! Spoiler Ahead

If you have not read the book, don't worry about the firing squad. It turns out ok...but not for many many many pages.