Girls are different. Vivian spends a considerable amount of her playtime on marriage. Playing dress-up and pretending getting married to Rody (the inflatable pony), Evan, Jo, me, and various other people. The other day we were returning from breakfast at the new fabulous Granny's in downtown Sattler when Vivian declared that she was going to marry Evan. Jo, grandma and I discouraged that notion - explaining that we don't marry people in our families. So she declared that she was going to get married to some boy and Evan to some girl who were not in the family.
Vivian processes and re-processes new information. So a day or two later she asked me why people did not marry people in their family. We were in the middle of enjoying fine gelato at Teo's and the question unfortunately went unanswered.
Yesterday Vivian declared to Jo that Ava (neighbor, not cousin) wasn't in the family and she was going to marry Ava and they were going to be a family with two mommies.
How cute is that?
Mr. Beck, yes - we liberals are breeding lesbians. Sleeper lesbian cells.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Start Early
Vivian is learning numbers but doesn't yet understand greater than and less than relationships. For instance, I can say - "Vivian, finish up, we are going to bed in 15 minutes" and she comes back with "No daddy - I'm not ready yet - how about in 12 minutes".
About a month ago one evening Vivian told Jo and me that we should have 3 children. We said that we were happy with two, and no thanks, three is too many.
She really wanted us to have three. Eventually we said that when she was grown up, she could have three children of her own. To which her response was "No - when I grow up I'm going to have 40 children". I was stunned speechless.
But Jo was quick to the reply - "Well Vivian - in that case you better start early".
About a month ago one evening Vivian told Jo and me that we should have 3 children. We said that we were happy with two, and no thanks, three is too many.
She really wanted us to have three. Eventually we said that when she was grown up, she could have three children of her own. To which her response was "No - when I grow up I'm going to have 40 children". I was stunned speechless.
But Jo was quick to the reply - "Well Vivian - in that case you better start early".
Monsters
Jo likes themes. Besides, Vivian had one for her first birthday - Dr. Seuss. So we've been casting around for ideas for Evan's first. We started with a vague notion of something like Stitch - of the Lilo and Stitch duo - because Stitch and Evan drool, bite, growl, attack aliens - that sort of thing.
Yesterday evening's trip to Pease Park helped us further refine our ideas. Jo, prompted by the classic spring afternoon, suggested that we abandon the spaghetti squash and meatballs in the fridge and go for a picnic. We stopped at the Taco Shack to pick up some dinner and then headed to the park. Vivian helped spread the blanket and we settled down for a good time.
In a few minutes, Evan had dipped his hands in the queso. After cleaning him off, we set him down a little further away from the blanket - hoping that he would go off and explore on his own. Then we turned our attention on a boot camp that was in full swing at the park. The girls were using dumb bells that were so tiny that we couldn't see them. At which point Evan returned to crush the chips and scatter them on himself and Vivian. We hurriedly closed the box of chips - which then Evan took to mean that he could sit on the box and crush it. Then he pulled Vivian's hair, sat on her food, pooped, and yelled in short order. So I took him for a "walk" while the girls finished dinner and we all hurried back home.
Along the way, we saw four cop cars on and around Lamar and Pease Park - not usually a huge hub of crime. Jo drily commented that they must have heard about a marauding monster last seen at the park.
For Evan's birthday party, monsters it is.
Yesterday evening's trip to Pease Park helped us further refine our ideas. Jo, prompted by the classic spring afternoon, suggested that we abandon the spaghetti squash and meatballs in the fridge and go for a picnic. We stopped at the Taco Shack to pick up some dinner and then headed to the park. Vivian helped spread the blanket and we settled down for a good time.
In a few minutes, Evan had dipped his hands in the queso. After cleaning him off, we set him down a little further away from the blanket - hoping that he would go off and explore on his own. Then we turned our attention on a boot camp that was in full swing at the park. The girls were using dumb bells that were so tiny that we couldn't see them. At which point Evan returned to crush the chips and scatter them on himself and Vivian. We hurriedly closed the box of chips - which then Evan took to mean that he could sit on the box and crush it. Then he pulled Vivian's hair, sat on her food, pooped, and yelled in short order. So I took him for a "walk" while the girls finished dinner and we all hurried back home.
Along the way, we saw four cop cars on and around Lamar and Pease Park - not usually a huge hub of crime. Jo drily commented that they must have heard about a marauding monster last seen at the park.
For Evan's birthday party, monsters it is.
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