RANDOM PENGUINS
seriously, my friends, worth a look, often a laugh.
Second: Della's first haircut. I mean, not just the cut off the random tangle, but a real ok, pretend-I'm-Brave edward scissor-hands sort of topiary frenzy quick before she freaks out, here's some chocolate bits... resulting in a wad-o-hair that was, well, just shy of three bags full:
A pre-cut photo from NOVEMBER for comparison:
And immediately post-haircut from monday with headband
And without (a little too neat, methinks, but hey, it will grow wild again)
And second, that I did not take a photo (or have one taken) of her wildhair in silhouette before cutting it. It was MAGNIFICENT in every way except anything that had to do with practicality. And I swear, it was getting the kind of knotted that turns to dreads and we are not ready to go there. Maybe later but not quite yet. So now I feel compelled to let it grow back out so we can get that photo. Ahhh regret. You suck rocks.
I've been having trouble with finding products. Some from Mixed Chicks sounded *so promising* but they were SO INTENSELY SMELLY I literally could not use them. Not just fragranced but so highly fragranced, that really, just, no. I mean, no way. I did not even put them on her hair.
Now we are using a california baby detangle spray in "CALMING" (for momma) and it smells wonderful and not strongly of anything once on, but it not quite moisturizing enough. Ok internet land, suggestions? any other wildhaired babies out there with fine curly insane manes? Anything NOT SMELLY that works for moisture?
Della talks about her big blue car and her big blue house. She talks about "tomorrow". (We will go in my big blue car to my big blue house tomorrow to play with friends)
We play make believe as often as possible-- I ask her questions about her stories and totally enjoy every single moment of everything.
She is singing and making up words to songs we know, and oh, it is really funny. Mary had a big blue car, big blue car.... yeah. I am loving the imagination stuff more than I can articulate.
Sprogblogger recently had a post that included a list of books that her beloved Henry is devouring.
I love books. I love reading. Reading has saved my ass, fed my soul, transported me away and toward, educated me, opened my mind, fulfilled me, left me longing and breathless, made me laugh, taken me on journeys, fed me feasts, ohhhhhhhh reading.
I imagined this: every day I would read to Della and every night we would read before bed.
Reality: sometimes we read, sometimes we don't. Sometimes we binge and read and read and read, and then days pass without one book.
OH how that pains me, but it is our reality. It is her rhythm.
I read one whole chapter of wind in the willows out loud while she played on day. But that was exactly once. Play, for Della, is INTERACTIVE. Yes indeed.
So that was anomalous.
The llama llama books are way too intense for my sensitive little one (we are working on emotional stuff other ways), so although there is a great love of llamas, we don't read them at all.
YAY for everything from Sandra Boynton. And the little version of the alphabet book by Seuss. (Big A little a what begins with A)...
YAY for barefoot books (what's in the forest dark and deep? and Riding my tractor...)
YAY for the other books (a visual dictionary that is totally annoying, carrot sticks with the world "carrots" underneath.. I WILL be sharpie-ing the word "Sticks")
So here's the truth. I hear stories about little ones loving books, loving being read to, loving reading or playing with books and I hear my inside voice saying "it's ok, it's just not happening yet.... " and I hear my own longing in that. I feel my own longing because of my own relationship with books. Seriously, I cannot imagine what I would have done (what I would do) without them.
And when, as a parent person you feel like you are missing out, or like your kid is missing out, there is a panic as if somehow we are running out of time... when in fact, we are just having a different experience.
We watch SO MANY VIDEOS it is embarassing. Why? because it is her downtime. It is when she shifts into the gear I assumed she would shift into with reading.
She imagines, and recounts, and tells *those* stories. Talks about *those* characters.
She is so intensely kinetic, I am not surprised, really, that her stillness comes only when there is action to *watch*. I imagine, too, that this may change as she develops her own internal movie-making capabilities, you know, the ones that get triggered by, say, hearing stories. Say, maybe stories that are being made up, or even, you know, READ ALOUD.
