Some of the more fabulous things going on with the girls lately:
Betsy has recently kicked fully over into imaginative play and gender role definition. She is fascinated by everyone's role in life. The idea that she is a sister, a daughter and a cousin and that mom and dad both each have moms and dads makes her bounce up and down in her seat. "We are three daughters!" she announces referring to herself, Ginger and me. "And daddy is a son!" This seems to have largely dispaced pronouncements on the subject of who has a penis and who has a vagina. Relationships trump biology. Go, little girl, go.
In terms of one liners that make a momma's heart go pitter pat, she turned to me on the steps one night before bed and whispered like she was telling me a big secret "Mommy, my heart is full of mettle!" Which is pretty well true and a demonstration that if you read kids books with fine vocabulary and engaging characters, they will pluck the most magnificent things from the jumble of ideas you hand them.
At daycare, the dressup box contains among many other things a pair of white cowboy boots. Betsy puts them on as soon as playtime begins and takes them off only when we come to pick her up. Guess who's getting her own cowboy boots for Christmas this year?
Ginger's antics are a little less diverse, being small and drooly and barely able to support her own weight sitting up yet. She finds her fingers, eats cereal and blows endearing not-too-wet spit bubbles. She purrs and buzzes all day, sleeps like a dancer stretched out in mid leap and smiles for everyone -- especially Betsy. She is long and lean by baby standards which doesn't keep her from having chubby baby thighs and plump insteps.
In short, I've not posted about the kids lately, but they're glorious and glowing and I'm full of them. I've bought a pair of notebooks and have been writing letters to their adult selves lately telling them about the marvelous things they are and do and I think that's why I've not been posting much about them lately. Most of my best joy in them is going into letters to them.
Anyway, happy holidays, all. Life is very very fine.
Posted by karen at December 17, 2005 02:37 PM