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pregnant horsie

Thursday, June 23rd, 2005


Although I spent much of my childhood rendering likenesses of horses in various mediums, I am pretty sure I never drew a pregnant one. I certainly never imagined a mother horse with a transparent belly revealing a smiling foal. But that’s what Zelly created for me when I asked her for a picture of a horse.

“That’s you and me, mommy, if we were horses.”

Music recommended by Zelly

Sunday, May 1st, 2005

Zelly loves music. Loves to dance and sing along. Lately a couple of tunes have landed on her repeat play list. Now you can sing and dance along with Zelly:
The I love Egg song:
The “We’re All Winning” song: www.7secondsoflove/winners
Enjoy and enjoy again and again and again and over and over and over, just as we have.

Strawberry Shortcake

Saturday, January 1st, 2005

Zelly is a child of many voices, and I’m not just talking loud or quiet, screechy or sweet. When she’s playing, she becomes an ensemble, providing voices for all the characters, seen and unseen, animate and inanimate. Perhaps due to her exposure to animation, even the furniture can have personalities and distinct voices.
Her Uncles Wayne and Marvin (mostly Marvin), gave her this plastic monstrosity — ahem, I mean — this Strawberry Shortcake playset, for christmas. Once she liberated it from it’s packaging, she discovered that the little dolls weren’t included. There was disappointment but it didn’t last very long. That’s when the inanimate objects became the characters in her fictional morning drama. She not only had low, medium and high range voices, she was adding all kinds of affects and something that even sounded like the Good Witch Glenda. She has played with that set for hours today and doesn’t seem fazed by the lack of dolls. Ahhh, the glories of a child’s imagination.


Tuesday, October 26th, 2004

Last night I went downstairs to play a little guitar and relax after dinner. Zelly came down soon after, bringing her ukalele. She plopped down and began strumming along with me. When I took a break to do some ironing, she took over center stage, busting out with these original songs (Heidi is her daycare mom):
Special Helper
Heidi, can I be your special helper today
Hei-di-i, can I be your special helper today
cuz I really wanna
I really wanna
be your speci-al-l helper to-oo-day-ay
Want to Be a CareBear
In my heart, I want to be a carebear
I really, really want to be a carebear
cuz I know in my heart, I really want to be a carebear
I want to live with the carebears
I want to be a carebear
Someday, when she’s rich and famous and has an appearance on the Mary Kate and Ashley Talk Show, I’m going to bring these lyrics to light and prove that, yes, she has been this talented since she was a small girl.
You heard it here first.

When I grow up…

Wednesday, July 9th, 2003

Kids have ambitions, dreams and visions of what they want to be when they grow up. It’s fun to hear them talk about these dreams, sometimes its highly entertaining. Last night Zelly made this declaration:
“When I grow up to be a cow, I will kiss the moon.”
I’ll leave it as an exercise for you to interpret what that means.
Zelly is very informed about what her moms do all day: “When you go to work, you do working.”
“But *what* do we do when we’re working?”
Zelly, in an exasperated voice, “You *work*!!”
She also gives career advice. She gets stickers and stars and other rewards for having a good day at daycare. She recently discovered it doesn’t work that way in the adult world. Yesterday morning in the car…..
“Zelly, are you going to have a good day today?”
“Yes, and I will get a ‘ticker. Will you get a ‘ticker today, Mommy?”
“Well, we don’t get stickers at work honey.”
She thinks about this for a moment, “Mommy, Mama, you should ask somebody, *somebody* will give you a sticker if you ask.”
We didn’t explain to her that we got paychecks instead of stickers. I’m not sure she’d agree that it was a good trade-off.

On Marriage and Pickled Peppers

Tuesday, May 27th, 2003

Zelly and I had an interesting conversation about marriage this evening. It was a bit rambling and inconclusive, as conversations with 3.5 year olds often are. She was talking about how much she liked various people in her life, including her friend Jesse and her cousin Cole and she said something about boys only marrying girls. I said, “really?” She didn’t really respond to that question, having already moved on. “And I want to marry you, Mommy.”
“Hm… well, you can’t marry me”
“Why not?”
“I’m already married to your Mama, she’s my Honey. Just like Kathy Jo and Marcy (Jesse’s moms) are married. But you can marry somebody else, a boy or a girl, when you get bigger.”
“I want to marry two boys, Jesse and Cole… ” thinks for moment longer, “I want to marry three boys” here she painstakingly holds up three fingers, “Jesse and Cole and Boppa (grandpa).”
“Oh, is that what you’re going to do?”
“Uh-huh, yes I will.”
“Ok, well, when you get older. Right now you’re still too young to get married.”
A moment of silent thought and then a nod,” Ok, when I get older I will get married.”
And no, I have no idea where this subject came from. We were over at Kathy Jo and Marcy’s for much of the day, and she played with Jesse and they had a great time but I’ve never heard her talk about the subject of marriage before.
And for further amusement, this evening I was treated to Zelly’s interpretation of common nursery rhymes. We have a book of nursery rhymes that I occasionally read from at bedtime. I let her choose 3 or 4, since they’re so short. Tonight after I read her selections, she wanted to keep the book and keep her lamp on for a bit so she could read them. As I walked away from her room I heard something like this: “He picked the peckled pippers and put them in the basket and how many pickled pippers did he pick? … see how they run, three bind mice, thee bind mice, see how they run … and the pickled pickled peppers all got picked… and the cow jumped over the moon and the dish ran away… with the spoon and we don’t know where they went, they ran away togethers…”
heh, now, that’s entertainment.

the world according to Zelly

Friday, May 9th, 2003

In the wonderful world of Zelly, ordinary objects are given new names and new verbs are born:
‘vanilla wafers’ become microwaves.
Red has lost it’s identity and become ‘my favoriter color’
Lawn mowing is ‘lawn mowering’
using a screw driver becomes ‘screwdrivering’

One morning at breakfast:
“Zelly, do you have freckles?”
She nods.
“Where do you have freckles?”
She points vaguely at the growing herd that starts at one cheekbone, rambles across the bridge of her nose and onto the other cheekbone.
“Do I have freckles?”
She looks at my face and nods. “How many do I have?”
“Um… one… (looking, looking) … two.”
I laugh,” Just two? Are you sure?”
“Yes (counting again), one, two.”
I guess that could be right, maybe all my multitudes of freckles have finally merged into just two.

The Playhouse

Monday, May 5th, 2003

This is the playhouse that Shannon and Zelly built. It’s made of cardboard, hot glue and pure, sweet magic.


Fire in Your Pants!

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003

If you spend any time around kids you know that they can give the most ordinary words or phrases new life with interesting pronunciation and delivery. For example:
“Mommy, you’ve got fire in your pants!”
Zelly told me this with a grin and a taunting tone. It took me several seconds to realize that she was accusing me of fibbing and that somewhere in her busy life she’d been introduced to that childhood staple: “Liar, liar, pants on fire!”


Zelly, Friend of Worms

Monday, April 21st, 2003

I got started on a walkway project today with a little help from our Junior Gardener. I was digging up grass and Zelly was patrolling for worms.
“Mommy, tell me if you see some wormies, ok? Do you see any wormies yet? Tell me if you see any mom… Mommy! There’s a wormie, can I pick him up?”
“Sure, honey, just be careful, wormies are our friends.”
The airlift project continued and the worms were placed carefully with the potted plants while Zelly reassured them, “Don’t worry wormies, I will help you. Look, Mommy another wormie! Mommy, I am resecuing the wormies because I’m Resecue Girl! Yay, yay, I’m the hero!” She then broke into spontaneous song about Resecue Girl and the wormies, all of whom were heroes.
She also helped load sod clumps into the wheelbarrow, “Mommy, this one is heavy but I am stronger!” This kid is never far away when there is dirt to be dug.
We finished up by planting some purple and orange pansies and some marigolds and then headed inside to clean up and get ready for dinner. I know someday it won’t be as cool to hang out with ol’ mom and work in the yard, I just hope that doesn’t happen for a long time.