conversations with myself

I put her down for a nap around 2:00 pm and went down to wash dishes. The monitor was on and at some point she just started talking. Non-stop talking. After about 10 minutes I began to write it down. Sometimes it’s singing. Occasionally I can’t understand the words. There are lots of stuffed animals in there with her...

“...I want ice cream too. Very good. Bye bye bye. You want to walk around? Walking around. The bear wants out in the snow. Bye bye. I see you out the window. I go outside. Bye bye. I ride in the bike. Inside the car actually. Bye bye. I see you. I going. I going home. Own house. Outside. I going Oma’s house. Right now the market. Next time see piggies. They come over. I going? See cows right now. Everybody want a cow. Say moo right here. Cows eat a flower.
Twinkle, twinkle little star. (singing) How I wonder what you are. Like a whirring on my tongue. Over again. Like a whirring in my song. Rocking, rocking...I go home too.
Wearing own house? Mama go home with you. Mama go with you. Go home too with mama and dada. I see you frog. Go to mama dada’s house. I go too.
Walking in the woods . In and out. (To the tune of ”The Wheels on the Bus”) People on the bus in and out all through the town. (whispering...)
Good bye, so long, farewell (another song she knows)...I’ll see you soon again my friends. Goodbye, so long. Hug. Kiss. Mom and dad.
I go home too. I cama leaf (not sure what this phrase was, she kept repeating it). Good night. Goodnight dada, mama. I like you. Come out the window. I go home too . I cama leaf ? I gotta be careful. A leaf...
(long pause)
Naiya Naiya. Go in too. Go in her house. REAL Tall!! I bring in whole bunch of babies. Helping get out the floor. I see. Up, up, up, up up. In the horses. Special. Up and away. Go up too. Go fairy up. Go right up. Just go right up. Big girl. A pretty. Naiya go around. (humming...)
Go away Jill. Fly away Jill. Come back Jack. Come back Jill. Two toys to play with. Choo choo. Walla Walla bing bang. Nope. (humming...) Oooo, walla, walla bing.
Have you seen the baker man? (another song) The baker man. He’s driving. Have you seen the baker man. Lives on Drueeee Lane. Baker man. Baker man Morning, morning. Alright. Got the penguin. O hello! Yes. I go sleep right. I am go lay down. Thank you. Happy. Chub, chub...baker man. Uncle Slade too. There then. I see. I see us? A handle. Go up here too. Angel. Angel. A frog coming.
A park. A park. Very singing. Puppet. A puppet. There you are! You are a puppet...around around the rosy. Ashes, ashes. You all fall down. I sorry...”

(After about fifteen minutes I just stopped the transcription.)

dolls for boys

I've been troubled of late by the lack of girls in children's literature...
...but I'll save that screed for another time. Today I'd just like to share something I found on a site called treasureboxtoys.com. I don't know anything about this site really, and I'm not trying to get anyone to buy anything from it, but I thought this excerpt was worth reading...

“Dolls for Boys (and why to buy them)
...sadly, most boys in our culture are not given the opportunity to play with dolls. The outdated myth which suggests that doll play encourages femininity is still pervasive, so the vast majority of dolls are designed specifically for girls. When my son went to buy a “baby” for my grandson, he was disappointed to discover that almost every doll on the market is a female wearing a pink dress!
Many parents wonder why they should even bother to buy a doll for their boys. After all, they love playing with their blocks, trucks, and play figures. Here is why: doll play encourages children to model parenting behavior. It’s no accident that my grandson growls, “I eat your tail! I eat your tail! GRRRRRR!” when he plays with his dinosaurs. It’s also no accident that he says, “Ohhh. Sweet baby, sweet baby,” when he holds his baby doll. He pats him on the back and lays him carefully on the bed. Sometimes he even comments that the baby might be cold, and pulls the blanket up over him. Trust us, the dinosaurs don’t fair so well. My grandson is taught that babies (including his) are to be handled gently and spoken to softly. He talks nicely to his baby, and actually treats him with respect.
Will this translate into better communication and a higher degree of responsibility and intimacy in his adult relationships? We think so. The American public spends much time and money on books, t.v. shows, and therapy to try to figure out how to make their relationships work. Women consistently complain that their spouses don’t communicate enough, do enough around the house, spend enough time with the kids, etc. Yet, we don’t buy toys for boys that encourage these behaviors...”

Just something to think about.

ryan fitzgerald

At the moment I haven't anything to say here really.

It's rare that I take a photograph that I like this much of someone that I love as much as I love this man.

painting

We have these nice finger paints from Crayola. Non-toxic and quite pretty. The medium is rather thick and so when completed and dried, depending on the amount of paint applied, the finished product can look a bit like a lovely display of stained glass. Unfortunately, very little of the paint ended up on the jars we were attempting to decorate. We did learn, though, that when all the colors are mixed together, they create a lovely shade of green.

oolie the owl

 We have that glass pickle ornament on our tree. You know the one. You hang it last and kind of hide it amongst the branches. The children are supposed to have a game of it where they all search in the foliage and the first to find it receives a special little gift... Well, the day before Christmas I realized we didn’t have one (a little gift that is). So while we played a rollicking game of Trivial Pursuit, I stitched up this little gal. No pattern. Just a random cut out of a sweater I had felted in the washing machine some months ago.
Of course I didn’t actually finish her in time for the pickle search so we forewent it. (Forewent? Can I say that?) I ended up just giving her to my daughter. Miss Naiya Sophia named her Oolie. Oolie the owl.

christmas eve

This is, by far, the most snow either of us remember seeing in Portland. I don't know if the pictures do it justice. When walking in the back yard, Naiya sank in up to her thighs in a few places. Because of the way we're situated at the top of our tiny hill, our yard gathers more snow than almost all of those around us.
Thanks again to Oma and Opa for the lidded sandbox/swimming pool/sled. We really wanted to pull Naiya around the neighborhood and Ryan found the only sled like object we had. That crab sand box is so multi-functional! She laughed a bit hysterically as he ran down the sidewalk with her in tow.
Merry Christmas to all!

the not so heavy doll

At the Waldorf school where we attend a parent-child class, Naiya’s favorite doll is the heavy one. She (the doll) is filled with flax seed and, I’m guessing, weighs about 2 or 3 pounds. I traced her on a piece of paper, brought that home and made Ida (otherwise known as The Baby in the Purple Pajamas). Her PJs are permanently affixed and since I didn’t have flax seed and was excited to have her done, I filled her with the buckwheat hulls I had leftover from making some meditation cushions. Unfortunately, it turns out buckwheat hulls aren’t really heavy at all. I think I also could have used rice. Any kind of seed or “grow-able” / “sproutable” filling material can simply be cooked or microwaved to keep it from growing should your baby accidentally get wet. I wouldn’t recommend the buckwheat hulls for dolls.

waldorf doll

I don’t know where this style of doll really originated. It seems to be strongly associated with the Waldorf movement and one can purchase a similar doll for around $100. All the parts are natural fibers (either cotton or wool) including the stuffing. Patterns are also available for something like $20 or $30 on various sites I’ve seen. Being the anti-pattern gal I am, however, I just made this child up. My first attempt at a doll for my daughter turned out proportionally quite strange. I sort of used her (my daughter’s) dimensions and then just shrunk them down. What I didn’t account for was the stretch of the fabric as I stuffed it. Consequently, the doll’s body is disproportionally large to her head when really it should be the other way around. She also has way, way too much hair. We named her Zarine. (Robert Jordan fans, this name's for you.)

a glowing daddy

Naiya and her daddy had this exchange the other day while shopping:

Naiya was a bit fussy and didn't want to sit in the cart. She was getting loud and super wiggly with her daddy. When she does this kind of thing, he holds her firmly by the shoulders and asks her to look him in the eye. He talks to her about what she's doing and she usually responds quite well to this form of discipline. The one rule she is really good at remembering is "No screaming. No crying." which she will sometimes immediately blurt out when she thinks she's about to get a talking to. During this particular encounter though, things didn't get that far. Ryan held her and said, "Naiya, look at me." She stopped wriggling and stopped fussing and just closed her eyes. She wouldn't open them. Just sat in still silence. After a few moments Ryan couldn't help himself and started to giggle. With her eyes still closed Naiya started to giggle too. I guess eventually she opened her eyes and they just started laughing together with their faces inches apart.
Ryan was kind of glowing when he told me this story. He thought she was so wonderful. Do men glow? I think so. At least the daddy ones

a couple whiles

We were playing by the fireplace with some blocks and animals. Rather suddenly, she had a change of plans. “Bye, bye,” she said, “I’ll see you in a couple whiles.”