Pretty Princess Pea is the name Judah gave to the worm she found and captured today, after informing the small creature that she was to be “him’s mom”. She has been caring for the worm for hours, providing sustenance and friendship (apparently they are best friends). Alas, during nap time, Pretty Princess Pea executed a Great Escape from ‘him’s’ mason jar home. The distress. The sadness. The feeling of loss one experiences, when one loses one’s child…I mean, recently acquired worm…evidently the emotions are of similar magnitude, regardless of the actual loss.
I’d prefer not to acknowledge the fact that there appear to be large gaps in my blogging. It is hard to ignore, as the gaps are so…large.
I am both gleeful and a little embarrassed for my child that she has such a lack of awareness around pop culture for toddlers. For instance, Zach and Judah recently took a trip to Soldotna where they had a drive-thru lunch for the first time in Judah’s tiny life. A few days later, Judah informed me that she wanted “poop chicken” for dinner. After telling her that I did not know what poop chicken may be, she said, “you know, that poop chicken that Zach always buys me in Soldotna…with ketchup”! (if by always, she means, once…) Oh yes, Judah. Chicken nuggets. You want chicken nuggets for dinner? I don’t think she had ever previously encountered chicken nuggets…only the other non chicken type of nuggets that are not food and might also be known as, “poop”.
So, also never having been to McDonald’s until a friend recently took her there, she told me the other day that she would like to have lunch again at “Old McDonald had a farm – that really nice restaurant with the tables”.
And…she had a big argument with her small friend about a fish. Her friend said, “hey that’s Nemo!” and Judah said, “no, that is not a Nemo, that is a fish!” and the arguing ensued.
She is well versed, however, on many relevant topics pertaining to children and the world.
Zach, Judah and I have been in Anchorage this week – luckily enough our trip coincided with an Andy Warhol exhibit at the Anchorage museum. Aside from an interesting but unfortunate mishap, about which I don’t think I can speak of on such a public forum, the museum trip was a giant success. I was excited to view Art that did not fall under the exclusive title of Alaskan Landscapes and Judah loved the children’s portion of the Warhol exhibit, which included about 50 pairs of sunglasses for trying on.
And! Judah and her little Homer friends were extra pleased to visit the Imaginarium. Who knew Anchorage could be such a good time?
Judah and I went to vote the other day…pretty straightforward unless you are two and less familiar with the process and thus inclined to mistake it for B-B-B-Boating. Anyway, we arrived not at the lake, but at city hall and Judah regained clarity of the situation. “Sticker, please”? Apparently she did recall voting after all, because she was super adamant about receiving a sticker. And we learned more about the letters ‘V’ and ‘B’. It’s almost like we live in Sesame Street.
Hurray, there is snow and definitive signs of winter-time in Homer! Judah, Amesa, Blaster and I are excited about playing outside in the snow. I’m afraid that Zach Brown is slightly less enthusiastic about working outside in the snow, perhaps because he does not have frequent indoor interludes of snack time, story time, nap time, 4pm glass of wine time, etc.
The one major drawback of winter in Judah’s mind seems to be the absence of berries growing on the once prosperous bushes. And alas, she believes this to be her own fault and is now bemoaning her lack of foresight…”Oh bother! Judah eat ALL the berries. Should have saved some”! (Although we did save some and they are in the freezer…)
Now that mitten season is unarguably present, Judah insists on wearing her mittens at all times. She wore them to bed last night – they stayed on until morning and she is now wearing a different pair while napping.
I have really enjoyed reading this blog about one way in which a mother not only accepts, but also is proud of the person her child is and is becoming, in spite of the fact that it is out of the range of “normalcy” and comfort for many. I hope to have opportunities in which I may exhibit this type of openness to people; not just as a parent to my child, but in the larger scope of my life and daily interactions. It is very apparent to me that I love my child, for who she is, although I am not altogether sure who exactly that may turn out to be. But I do know that I enjoy her, value her, appreciate her existence and anticipate that she will be a human who shows kindness to others and finds the variety that comprises us as people an interesting and exciting aspect of life.