Eliza and I had another Daddy weekend these past few days, as Betsy spent some time in Athens, OH at a Latin American lit conference. Judging by the grin on E’s face, I think I did ok.
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Category: Brand_New_World
Formerly the blog for my daughter Eliza, where we posted from her birth until she began Kindergarten, now all the old posts are integrated into Pattern Recognition.
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Tasting the wind
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E and her snowman
Eliza made her first snowman, almost as big as she is. She had a blast. She says she loves winter time, but I think we’re all really looking forward to spring. It has been the worst winter since we moved here six years ago, and quite frankly, we’re all a little sick of the snow.
She has also discovered a love for hot chocolate with little marshmallows. So, it’s not all bad.
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Sooo very Eliza
This picture really captures who Eliza is these days. She’s wearing a super hero tshirt that says something about girl power, but she also has a heart necklace and, if you look carefully, you can see that she fell asleep reading her most prized possession of the moment, a Cinderella book.
This is Eliza, just about 26 months old.
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The cousins
It’s unbelievable to see how these two are growing. And how different they are. It’s also wonderful that they will be able to grow up and experience the world together! It seems so far that Eliza will be the bossy one and Parker will do what she says. I don’t know how that’s going to work out later. We’ll see.
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Fairy Princess
Jason and I swore we’d not raise one of those “girly girls,” not let Eliza fall in love with the Disney princesses, wear too much pink, be interested in fingernail polish and makeup. You know, all that stuff.
Yeah, right. We have absolutely no control over any of this, do we? We know better now.
Despite our attempts at putting Eliza in witty, black rock n’ roll tshirts, she still finds a way to dress like a fairy princess. As she said to me once, “Mommy, I’m a beautiful princess. Like Cinderella.” So much for the best laid plans.
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My beautiful girl
I love this photo, taken with my iPhone on a strangely sunny and warm-ish day in January. It was the first time Eliza had expressed an interest in this tire swing, and she insisted on doing it all by herself. You can see a glimpse of the grown-up Eliza in her face, I think. I don’t know how we produced such a gorgeous girl.
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Eliza play
It’s interesting to me the toys that Eliza plays with (and the ones she ignores). She’s not a builder. She doesn’t like blocks. She’s not into puzzles or “manipulatives” of any kind. She doesn’t care about push / pull toys or even her tricycle that much.
Here’s what Eliza does. She wakes up every morning and immediately says, “It’s tea time!” And we must play “tea” at least five times a day. We also must go grocery shopping and have picnics with her play food and dishes. We also put all of her action figures (Yo gabba gabba, mainly) and stuffed animals into interesting situations and make them talk to Eliza (and to each other). They get sick and we take care of them. They get into arguments about whose turn it is to do something and then apologize. They get time outs. They go on adventures, go hiking, and get into pirate ships. They go to school. They go to the potty. They visit Santa Claus and have birthday parties. They find magic wands and turn each other into strange things.
Lego’s? Nope. Play doh? Not much. Cars? Hardly ever. Toys that have buttons and make noise? No way.
We role play. A lot. And read books (to each other). And talk.
Oh, and sometimes we draw, paint, and write. But that’s usually only when she’s tired.
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Little Artist
If Eliza doesn’t turn out to be a chef, she might be a painter. Or some kind of funky performance artist. Either way, it’s cool with me. I think I had a kid just so I would have an excuse to play with craft supplies, paint, and construction paper. Luckily, she agrees with my love of these things.
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Waiting for Santa!
We weren’t sure how Eliza would react to seeing Santa. But as you can see from this photo, the encounter went extremely well. Not only was she willing to sit on Santa’s lap and smile for the camera, but she also clearly told him what she wanted (a “bicycle”) and said “Thank you, Santa” when he handed her a candy cane. I was somewhat stunned. Was this MY child? I was notorious for screaming and wailing at the first sight of the big man in the red suit. To be fair, this was one of the best, most authentic-looking and sounding Santas I’ve ever seen. It was at the Chattanooga Choo Choo, which was also a great place to spend a Saturday morning.
So we’re all anxiously waiting for Santa. Every day, Eliza asks me if he’s coming. And every day, she says she wants chocolate and toys in her stocking. Luckily, she won’t be disappointed. However, we think she believes she will see Santa come down the chimney. We’re not sure she’ll be thrilled that he came while she was sleeping and she missed him.