Some of my legions of readers may remember the wallpaper on the walls of my childhood bedroom. And by some of you I mean my mom, my brother, and my oldest friend from childhood, Sara. And by legions of readers, I mean those three, although Sara doesn't get online much, and maybe two or three others.
I've framed a scrap of that wallpaper and it's there on that shelf by Vivi's bed. Do you see Vivi's sheets? The pattern is very similar -- I found them for a song at a store in town that was going out of business. And that's the quilt from my childhood bedroom. You can see that I am reliving my own childhood through my daughter's bedroom decor, whether she likes it or not.
And now I've started dressing her in the pattern, poor thing.
You can get a good view of the dress from all angles in this impromptu performance. If you can't stand the song about how she is a pink-red rose, fast forward to the rear view, which happens around 34 seconds.And thus endeth the "let's forcefully relive our own childhoods through our children" post of the day. (It's nice that so far, she still cooperates.)
Poor Teddy. Don't you feel like everyone is going a little nuts? It's cabin fever but I still feel it when we go outside. Maybe they should rename that winter fever.
Last night, three-year-old Sylvie and her father were having a bit of a disagreement about her dinner. She didn't want what was on offer and was suggesting a list of other items she might deign to eat instead. (I tend to cater to their whims; David thinks they should eat what's been set in front of them.)
David (frustrated): You should've grown up in MY house!
Sylvie (in the same frustrated tone of voice): I AM in your house!
She does this all the time lately. Lots of expression, not so much meaning. Is this what the experience is like for her when I read to her?
Sylvie just set up our wooden manger scene, along with a couple of additions. Yes, that is Santa over to the side, resting in a pink high chair. Those are his boots (perhaps with his feet still inside them, which might be why he needs the special chair) over behind that lumpish sheep or ox. She says "They are having a party." I guess they kind of were.
Remember the ranger and the rangel?