DD finally named the doll that a dear friend of mine made for her before she was born. I've been waiting for some time for this naming to take place. First I waited for her to show any interest in the doll at all--it is a beautiful Waldorf doll, made with much love and skill. Then I waited for her to begin naming toys at all. We have dolls and stuffed animals named Baby, Heavy Baby, Yellow Kitty, Girl--you get the idea. The other day we were at the park, and DD heard a mom call to her daughter, Eva, and she looked at me and said, "I like that name!" So today, day three of our confinement (I have not left the apartment except to bring her to the doctor yesterday, in three days), and we were playing playdough at her little table, and she brought "Girl" over to play with us, and I asked her what her name was. I suggested Eva, and her eyes lit up, yes, she loved that idea, and I don't know why, but her naming her doll made my heart get bigger. She then named another baby "Macy" for her best friend. Two names in one day. :)
We spent quite a while making Christmas ornaments. Well I made them and DD made a big mess, lol. The tree is only about a foot-and-a-half tall, so the decorations had to be small and light. I ended up crocheting three birds, a gold garland, and gold star for the top. It actually looks pretty cute. So I'm trying to decide if the birds are the Three French Hens, or if I need to make another so we have Four Calling Birds.
As I mentioned, we've been in the house--nay, three room apartment--for three days straight as DD has strep throat and we don't want to spread the love around. I was hoping to just take a walk today, even for a new minutes, but DD refused, refused, REFUSED to put on pants. I'm talking that I would have had to bodily harm her to get pants on. I'm sure the neighbors thought I was skinning a pig. I wanted to get out so badly, but the wind chill was about 6*F, so I just threw up my hands and we watched female singers and guitar players on YouTube. I'm not trying to brainwash her ;)
I love this story...it reminded me of The Velveteen Rabbit and becoming Real...
ReplyDelete"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."