Sunday, September 16, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Taking it With You
Here is what I pulled out of Clara's pocketbook today: crepe myrtle leaves, elderberries, a few pebbles, wilted witches fingers and some morning glory blossoms. Everything a beautiful two-year-old needs for a busy morning.
A month ago, I bought two purses at a rural library gift store. Each was a dollar. One was red and one hot pink. Small purses, big enough for a wallet and keys and not much more. Perfect for a child or a baby. Clara claimed the hot pink one for herself. She did her usual handing Margaret the rejected object (the red purse in this case) while saying, "Tita, Tita," Margaret's nickname. It's as if she is saying, Look at this great thing I'm giving you, when what she is really doing is throwing Margaret a bone so she can keep what she wants without a protest. When Margaret occasionally tries to carry the pink purse, Clara goes nuts.
Clara has taken to carrying the purse around her neck. This arrangement lets her work both hands to acquire and deposit new treasures. She looks like an archaeologist when she sets out. Besides picking up treasures along the way, she likes to pack the purse full of stuff she already has. Bubble wrap. Parts of an animal train pull toy they got for Christmas. Her toy cell phone. And an emery board I gave her. She broke it in half to fit better in her purse, which is about 6 by 6.
When it's time for an outing in the stroller, both Clara and Margaret grab their hats. And now Clara gets her purse, several stuffed animals and a toy or two. I told her she's not immigrating, she is just going around the big block and I'm pushing. What a funny baby. She's never happier than when both hands are full of real objects---a piece of junk mail, an empty prescription bottle, her cell phone and my hair brush--and she's on the move.
Margaret likes to have a stuffed animal on hand, but if she has the hat she wants, she is ready to roll at a moment's notice. She loves to ride in the car but lately she has preferred to push the stroller or the wagon rather than ride in it. For a small person, she's really strong.
A month ago, I bought two purses at a rural library gift store. Each was a dollar. One was red and one hot pink. Small purses, big enough for a wallet and keys and not much more. Perfect for a child or a baby. Clara claimed the hot pink one for herself. She did her usual handing Margaret the rejected object (the red purse in this case) while saying, "Tita, Tita," Margaret's nickname. It's as if she is saying, Look at this great thing I'm giving you, when what she is really doing is throwing Margaret a bone so she can keep what she wants without a protest. When Margaret occasionally tries to carry the pink purse, Clara goes nuts.
Clara has taken to carrying the purse around her neck. This arrangement lets her work both hands to acquire and deposit new treasures. She looks like an archaeologist when she sets out. Besides picking up treasures along the way, she likes to pack the purse full of stuff she already has. Bubble wrap. Parts of an animal train pull toy they got for Christmas. Her toy cell phone. And an emery board I gave her. She broke it in half to fit better in her purse, which is about 6 by 6.
When it's time for an outing in the stroller, both Clara and Margaret grab their hats. And now Clara gets her purse, several stuffed animals and a toy or two. I told her she's not immigrating, she is just going around the big block and I'm pushing. What a funny baby. She's never happier than when both hands are full of real objects---a piece of junk mail, an empty prescription bottle, her cell phone and my hair brush--and she's on the move.
Margaret likes to have a stuffed animal on hand, but if she has the hat she wants, she is ready to roll at a moment's notice. She loves to ride in the car but lately she has preferred to push the stroller or the wagon rather than ride in it. For a small person, she's really strong.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
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