Archive for May, 2003

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.



Saturday, May 3rd, 2003

I’ve come upon a wiley monkey girl fast asleep.