Category Archives: Letters to Yoshi

15 minutes with Gecko

Dear Yoshi,

Yesterday, we talked about geckos for 15 minutes. No, we weren’t trying to save 15% on car insurance; you were trying to make sense of them to calm your fears.

It all started when we were leaving your Nana and Papa’s house after Easter dinner. You and Nana were discussing geckos on the way to the car.

This sent you into a tailspin of questions in the car on the way home.

Are the geckos at our house?
Are the geckos at their (Nana and Papa) house?
What are the geckos doing?
Will the geckos be at our house when we get home? Will they? WILL THEY?

There were more; I wish I would have written them down.

We explained how geckos are nice and helpful and help us by eating the buggies. We explained that gecko families live outside, and we don’t know their schedule so we can’t predict when they will or will not be at our house.

We talked about them half of the ride home until we turned up the music loud to distract you with your favorite kitty songs.

When we got home, your dad opened your car door and got you out of the car. You screamed, cried, and grabbed the handle in the car as he was pulling you out. You pulled yourself back in the car, terrified. We had to work to get you out of the car and into the house. Thankfully the porch was gecko-free when we got home.

It took 5 minutes or so at home before you calmed down.

This morning, you sang us a song called “I love geckos.”




Sweet Kitty

Dear Yoshi,

This morning, I took you to the doctor (you have croup, yuck!). At the end of the visit, the doctor told you that you get to have a sucker, and she asked you what flavor you wanted.


In your sweet, tiny, sick, laryngitis voice, you whispered, “kitty.”

That’s my Yoshi.


Storytime with Yoshi

Yoshi’s Stories Transcribed
from the prompt, “Tell me a story.”
3.5 years old


“The kitty was funny and it sleeped and then it woked up and played at the friends and she got up and got closer and then the doggy said woof woof and that’s happy and got closer to kitty’s room. The end!”

“And they tooked the light home so they can wake up. And last night they waked up and they had a great time. The end!”

“It’s called the kitty on the doggy boat. The doggy boat is fun and wee! wee! here it goes!”

“A jellyfish did lots kings (“things”) today. The end!”

“The dinosaur says ‘rawr rawr rawr!’ and it kicks everybody. Then it fell and put a bandaid on. He gets tired.”

Yoshi at 3 years 5 months

Dear Yoshi,
Here’s some random stuff about you right now.

  • You talk all the time, but what’s new there? You have always been a talk-all-the-timer. It wears us down a little, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

  • Right now, you are going through a period of trying to understand the world. You ask question after question about everything we do, because you are trying to understand not only what we are doing but why and what will happen next. You are trying to connect things together. It’s fun watching your mind put the pieces together in a way we haven’t seen before. You have always been such a thoughtful girl, even when you were a baby. We could see you figuring out the world by the way you looked at everything so seriously and intensely.

  • You also have your opinions about how we should answer each question or respond to each statement we make. Most of the time, you ask a question followed immediately by “say okay?” Sometimes we don’t hear the request and ask to to repeat. You then say “say okay?” “say okay?” “say okay?” instead of repeating the original response. Also, you want me to respond in specific ways. If I say “yes,” you will say “say, ‘of course you can’.” Or, if I saw “of course you can,” you say “say, ‘you certainly may’.” I never know which response you want. Sometimes you tell me exactly what to say in a conversation like “I will ask you what we are having for lunch, and you will say macaroni pizza.”
  • Your favorite thing in the whole world is for me or your dad to play with you in your room. This involves each of us being a character (usually a stuff animal or a figurine). The characters have conversations with each other and go on outings together. They usually discuss their names, go on a car ride (making sure to buckle the buckles), and go to the park and swing. The storyline usually involves one of the characters falling and hurting themselves, and a new doctor character comes in and gives medicine, band-aids, and cream to save the day.

  • You love to dance without your clothes. Every night after you take off your clothes but before you put on jammies, you insist on dancing nude. It’s hilarious. You have a “bottom dance” and a “snake dance.” I’m hoping this isn’t indicative of a future career. You also enjoy doing these dances in front of the mirror. I’m going to show this letter to your future partner some day, and you will be embarrassed. (Dear Yoshi’s significant other if you are reading this, please ask me to show you the videos. I’ve got them.)

  • You just started writing your name and getting very creative with your drawing. Recently, you drew a pirate with a band-aid, a dinosaur with one leg, and a doggie cloud with long boogers.
    A big dinosaur with one foot

  • You have the best imagination. Most of your play involves new stories and scenarios that you or your toys are acting out.
  • You love a good poop joke, fart joke, or booger joke.
  • You’ve started talking in funny voices. It’s really cute.
  • Your favorite food is pizza.
  • Your favorite toys are your stuffed animals (especially kitties), your Littlest Pet Shop figurines, and your Busytown figurines.
  • Your favorite shows are Winnie the Pooh, Busytown Mysteries, and the Busy World of Richard Scarry. You still love the Grinch, which we all still call Boosh.

  • You also love to pretend to be your sister. You crawl around with her, like to be held like her, etc.

  • I think I have talked about your nighttime routine in a letter to you before, but you now have a nightstand. On the nightstand must be water and two toys to “watch you.” You sleep with two stuffed animals, and you pick two toys to sit on the nightstand. The things that watch you don’t necessarily need eyes for the watching. The other night a spoon and a toy doctor tool watched you sleep. Usually, these are toys you aren’t quite ready to part with, but ones we won’t allow in bed with you.
  • Right now, your favorite songs are Row Row Row Your Boat and “Mommy Song” which is Ingrid Michaelson’s You and I.
  • You have a bunch of little friends at day care and in our playgroup. You love love love them and get very excited about seeing them.

  • We read your first chapter book recently. We read a chapter a night of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You really liked it. When we finished the book, we had a little chocolate Wonka party. You, your dad, and I watched the movie, drank hot chocolate, and ate popcorn and chocolate. We started reading Charlotte’s Web next, but we haven’t gotten into it as much as the first. I think the individual chapters aren’t as engaging.

You are funny, smart, sweet, stubborn, creative, beautiful, quirky, shy, busy, and talkative. I could go on forever about you, but I’ll stop for now.
Love your face,

Like Father, Like Daughter

Dear Yoshi,

When your dad and I first started dating (about 12 years ago!), we went to Palo Duro Canyon for an afternoon of a picnic and hiking. We brought fried chicken as we always did when I was growing up (now that I am older, it seems weird that we would take fried chicken…) and sat down at some picnic tables. The meal was cut way short by your dad freaking out by all the bees and other bugs flying around his food. I think we ate the rest of the meal in the car, with me severely annoyed.

You, my dear, are just like your dad.

It’s October now–by far the best month in Dallas. The weather is beautiful, and I just want to be outside enjoying the quiet, sipping a nice drink, and feeling the breeze. I have taken you and your sister on several impromptu picnics over the last few weeks. One day, we went to White Rock Lake and sat at a picnic table by the lake. It was lovely for the 5 minutes we lasted before you couldn’t take the bugs any longer.

We also enjoyed a short stint at the park yesterday where dozens of orange butterflies fluttered about. Anytime any one of them would come anywhere near you, you screamed loud and long as if you were being chased by a man with a knife. I couldn’t help but laugh, but it was sad that you didn’t do any playing at the park because of butterflies (and birds and a very small, very terrifying chihuahua).


There are killer butterflies among us.


Today, we went to a Sonic restaurant with a park for lunch. You were completely freaked out by the birds. (Although I kind of understand today… those birds seemed shifty and were eying Zuzu’s cracker a little too carefully, and it probably doesn’t help that your dad taught you that birds are descendants of dinosaurs.). You spent most of the time close to me at the picnic table instead of enjoying the playground because a bird was perched on the stairs of the play structure.

This is nothing new though. Check out this video of you freaking out by a [dead] fly on the table just after your second birthday. Side note: you love watching this video and act it out regularly. You will all of a sudden go “TWO nighty night nighty night dooooo-eeeeeeeee.” Also, this is one of the cutest videos ever taken.

“Bye bye budge.”



Mixed Up

Dear Yoshi,

As you add big words to your vocabulary like terrible, orangutan, synchronized, and orbit, you also get words mixed up sometimes. Here are some of your recent confusions.

Instead of helicopter, you said cauliflower.
Instead of humidifier, you said conditioner.
Instead of spacecraft, you said birthmark then firework.
Instead of dizzy, you said busy.
Instead of water tower, you said water castle, lake castle, and lake tower.
Instead of parents, you said carrots.
Instead of pepperoni, you said macaroni.

It’s super fun to watch your mind work.


It has finally happened.

Dear Yoshi,

I have been waiting for this moment for three years, possibly more.

I have waited patiently–watching you closely with bated breath and prompting you nonchalantly.

You have now accomplished one of my all time favorite things:

Drawings of bodiless heads with stick legs. I contend there is nothing greater in this world.


It was worth the wait.