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threadwalker) wrote2009-10-12 01:18 pm
threadwalker) wrote2009-10-12 01:18 pm
Birthday wishes
Funny things kids say/do:
Miss E says she doesn't want kids because (drum roll) they'd want to sit in MY lap and there just isn't enough room for her and her (non-existent) kids in my lap. I laughed. I assured her that there'd always be room in my lap for her AND that it's too soon to worry about having kids.
Super N has a new trick. He snuggles in under my arm and then sneakily reaches up to tickle me in the arm-pit. He thinks he's so sly, but he actually has this adorable "sneaky" expression so I know he's up to something even before he strikes. But I don't tell him that he's telegraphing because it's how I'll stay one step ahead of him (which is how I maintain my Super Mom status) AND it's so adorable I don't want him to mask it. In fact, it's so adorable that I start laugh as soon as I see it, even before he strikes. After he strikes I have to lesson him in Tickle-Fu of course, and I am a Black Belt in Tickle-Fu. There is much screaming, squirming, gasping, and laughing when Mommy throws down with Tickle-Fu. And yet... tonight I expect he'll try his sneak attack again. :-D
The rest of this post is about Miss E, Barbie dolls, and birthday wishes.
Miss E turned 6 on Friday. We had a small family celebration last night; home made cake which she decorated liberally with sprinkles and birthday gifts. On the subject of gifts, I've kept Barbie Dolls out of the house. I grew up with them and by the time I was 10 I realized I had a better chance of looking like my mother than Barbie, which totally stressed me out through my teen years. I wanted to spare my daughter from growing up with an role model of what she'll never be AND there seem to be plenty of alternatives out there. However, it has back-fired.
Miss E has fairy dolls, super hero dolls, and princess dolls. Most of them are on the same overall size-scale of Barbie, but not equipped with maximum boobage or unreal proprotions (well, they are unreal for 99.5% of women around the world). Last week Miss E was sitting with her collection of dolls looking sad. So I sat down next to her and looked at what she was doing.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"Mommy, none of these girls can wear each others clothes."
"Ahh. Show me."
"See?" It was true; fairy clothing was not interchangable onto Princesses. I should add we also have a "no naked doll" rule in the house. It's a personal pet peeve of mine, but it meant that Miss E couldn't play dress-up with her dolls.
"Well, what do you think we should do?"
"Mommy, I just wish I had a normal Barbie doll. Not a princess, not a super hero, and not a fairy. A normal girl."
"You do? Well, it's your birthday, so we'll see what happens. And Christmas is right around the corner."
So she gathered up her sorority of princesses, etc, and resettled down next to me where I was folding laundry in the family room. I provided dialogue for the silly older sister, the wicked witch, and the sad puppy while she was everyone else. That made me kind of sad because I have GREAT memories of playing with my little sister and having someone around all the time who wanted to play dolls. Super N is utterly uninterested and most of our friends are well-equipped with sons, not daughters. But that's a different problem.
Yesterday I went shopping for her birthday gifts and, holding my breath and lowering my expectations, ventured into the Barbie aisle.
First, there isn't nearly as much Barbie stuff as when I was a kid. Second, Barbie's had a make-over and her proportions are vastly different. There are several anniversary models out right now and I compared them just to make sure; it looks like she's had a boob reduction and her hips look a bit more normal relative to her waist. Ha! This is something I can get behind.
Miss E squealed with joy when she got her first "normal" girl. I'd even dug around a bunch and found the only doll with pale skin and dark hair, too. She got the doll, some clothes, a car and a second doll which came on a moped and lots of small pastic pieces. She is over the moon. I'm going to pick her up after school today and we're going to Target to get some container stuff to help her take care of all the small pieces. But she is a very very happy girl.
Next Sunday we are cleaning out her room (there's lots of stuff she's out grown) and we will unearth my massive doll collection as well as the cases and cases of accesories, furniture, etc.
Miss E says she doesn't want kids because (drum roll) they'd want to sit in MY lap and there just isn't enough room for her and her (non-existent) kids in my lap. I laughed. I assured her that there'd always be room in my lap for her AND that it's too soon to worry about having kids.
Super N has a new trick. He snuggles in under my arm and then sneakily reaches up to tickle me in the arm-pit. He thinks he's so sly, but he actually has this adorable "sneaky" expression so I know he's up to something even before he strikes. But I don't tell him that he's telegraphing because it's how I'll stay one step ahead of him (which is how I maintain my Super Mom status) AND it's so adorable I don't want him to mask it. In fact, it's so adorable that I start laugh as soon as I see it, even before he strikes. After he strikes I have to lesson him in Tickle-Fu of course, and I am a Black Belt in Tickle-Fu. There is much screaming, squirming, gasping, and laughing when Mommy throws down with Tickle-Fu. And yet... tonight I expect he'll try his sneak attack again. :-D
The rest of this post is about Miss E, Barbie dolls, and birthday wishes.
Miss E turned 6 on Friday. We had a small family celebration last night; home made cake which she decorated liberally with sprinkles and birthday gifts. On the subject of gifts, I've kept Barbie Dolls out of the house. I grew up with them and by the time I was 10 I realized I had a better chance of looking like my mother than Barbie, which totally stressed me out through my teen years. I wanted to spare my daughter from growing up with an role model of what she'll never be AND there seem to be plenty of alternatives out there. However, it has back-fired.
Miss E has fairy dolls, super hero dolls, and princess dolls. Most of them are on the same overall size-scale of Barbie, but not equipped with maximum boobage or unreal proprotions (well, they are unreal for 99.5% of women around the world). Last week Miss E was sitting with her collection of dolls looking sad. So I sat down next to her and looked at what she was doing.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"Mommy, none of these girls can wear each others clothes."
"Ahh. Show me."
"See?" It was true; fairy clothing was not interchangable onto Princesses. I should add we also have a "no naked doll" rule in the house. It's a personal pet peeve of mine, but it meant that Miss E couldn't play dress-up with her dolls.
"Well, what do you think we should do?"
"Mommy, I just wish I had a normal Barbie doll. Not a princess, not a super hero, and not a fairy. A normal girl."
"You do? Well, it's your birthday, so we'll see what happens. And Christmas is right around the corner."
So she gathered up her sorority of princesses, etc, and resettled down next to me where I was folding laundry in the family room. I provided dialogue for the silly older sister, the wicked witch, and the sad puppy while she was everyone else. That made me kind of sad because I have GREAT memories of playing with my little sister and having someone around all the time who wanted to play dolls. Super N is utterly uninterested and most of our friends are well-equipped with sons, not daughters. But that's a different problem.
Yesterday I went shopping for her birthday gifts and, holding my breath and lowering my expectations, ventured into the Barbie aisle.
First, there isn't nearly as much Barbie stuff as when I was a kid. Second, Barbie's had a make-over and her proportions are vastly different. There are several anniversary models out right now and I compared them just to make sure; it looks like she's had a boob reduction and her hips look a bit more normal relative to her waist. Ha! This is something I can get behind.
Miss E squealed with joy when she got her first "normal" girl. I'd even dug around a bunch and found the only doll with pale skin and dark hair, too. She got the doll, some clothes, a car and a second doll which came on a moped and lots of small pastic pieces. She is over the moon. I'm going to pick her up after school today and we're going to Target to get some container stuff to help her take care of all the small pieces. But she is a very very happy girl.
Next Sunday we are cleaning out her room (there's lots of stuff she's out grown) and we will unearth my massive doll collection as well as the cases and cases of accesories, furniture, etc.
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