Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The guy said, "NO!"
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, bought expensive shoes, drank martinis with her friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook and stayed skinny.
The pink makini on Lanai. Best day ever.
Middle photo: Flipper attempting a backbend, aka Aunt Kaffrin, who then shows her how it's REALLY done.
These were taken on Lanai, an island pretty close to Maui. We went for the day, incredible weather, just perfect, every moment of it. Lanai is much less populated than the other islands; it has one hotel, but that hotel is a Four Seasons resort, very old-school. Fantastic buffet, then a day of sun on the beach. It was New Year's Day.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
And, Exhibit B:
It happens more and more, this sense that she is so much her own person, loving as she does things I don't even know how she is even cognizant of, like heels and make-up and all that is traditionally female in our society. Remember, this is a kid with no exposure to TV beyond scary BBC dinosaur dvd's, no Disney, no books about fairy tales, none of it. Yet, through some sort of bizarre osmosis, she gets it anyway. It doesn't make me want to throw my hands up in the air and buy Barbies (not happening in a million years) but it is bizarrely fascinating to watch this happen. Like some sort of lab experiment. My daughter, the petri dish. A petri dish that wears high heels.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Flipper with frothy pink skirt Aunt Jessica gave her.
Flipper with Skylar, my mother's horse. Kathryn and I refer to him as "that damn horse."
Rose and Baby Seamus, so called to distinguish him from our dog Seamus to which Baby Seamus is, ironically, allergic to. That is perhaps the most convulated sentence I have every typed. In 3 days he will be 2. They are our next door neighbors, a huge unexpected bonus in not just a good neighbor, but a great friend. He adores Flipper, her name was one of his very first words.
Flipper and Aunt Kathryn, in early January in Maui. We had a wonderful wonderful trip; hope to repeat it soon. Flipper adores her, and Kathryn is quite the good aunt, indulgent and firm all at the same time. Now I must stop this posting of random pictures, and get back to "work."
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
mistake of not getting her as involved as I should have, and so this year she can pick out the plates and napkins, blah blah blah. "Please god, not pink" is my new mantra. Her new favorite color (besides pink) is turquoise, which I have encouraged, thrilled that it isn't lavendar. I have convinced her that turquoise is a great color for a luau, since the ocean around Maui is also turquoise. Where do I get this stuff that comes flowing out of my mouth? Undecided about a pinata. Will buy ONLY if it symbolizes a luau in some way (palm tree, coconut, etc) adn if it avoids any type of TV/Disney character. No Barbie/Dora in a grass skirt and lei. Not a chance.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
All this is just baby steps towards creating a room of Flipper's own, not that she has any intention of sleeping in it, oh no. She tells me that she will sleep in her own bed when she is 17. Just in time to go to college and sleep with some guy in a tiny dorm-room bed, unless she is like me, and finagles her way to a single room for all four years that had no desk in it, just a queen sized bed on the floor, where I could continue to major in sex and more sex. Hey, it was the 80's!!!!!!!!!! Keith and I have slowly renovated the interior one room at a time, as money has permitted. The living room came first, then the upstairs bedroom, then the downstairs bathroom, then the kitchen, and the last two rooms will be hers, and then my bathroom upstairs will be the last one. What makes it a seriously labor-intensive and wallet-draining experience is that the ceilings have that hideous textured stuff on them, which must be removed by someone other than me. Then sanded, primed and painted. The good part is that then the celings can be painted cool colors, the bad part is that this is work Keith won't do and I can't/won't. So we have to pay someone. Or, really, he ropes in one of his many customers that owes him money adn they do it. Flipper's room has a door that opens to the backyard, which I don't like at all. She feels very far away in the downstairs room, even in an 1100 square foot house. It makes me very nervous, even though I know my fears are irrational. But she needs her own room, if for nothing else than to store her ten million books and have a little private space. She wants it to be lavender, which is fine with us. We will use the antique three-quarter bed that has been in our family for a long time, and I want to get an armoire that has a hanging section on one side, and toss her terribly heavy and poorly designed dresser that she currently uses. One more thing for the work van to haul. One room at a time.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
F: This is a book about lions.
F: The cover is dark green. Blue and yellow make green. But blue and red make purple. What do blue and orange make?
Me: I don't know. Maybe brown. I don't give a fuck.
F: The mommy lion is taking care of the baby. Do you think the daddy will eat the baby?
Me: Maybe. If it doesn't shut up.
F: Does the lion have teeth as sharp as a tiger shark's teeth?
Me: No. But MY teeth are pretty damn sharp.
F: Look at the baby!! baby lions are called cubs. And leopards. And cheethas. Pandas eat bamboo.
F: Hey, Mommy, do you do you do you remember when we saw the baby lions at the zoo? And I was wearing my blue shirt?
F: Do you think lions like blue?
ME: LISTEN. You need to CAN IT for few minutes.
F: Do you need some peace and quiet? Does Mommy need peace and quiet?
ME: I do honey, I really do. Just for a few minutes, OK? How about a few minutes of NO TALKING??
F: How many?
ME: 10 (100)
(45 seconds tick by)
F: Is it over?
ME: What, my sanity?
Now listen, I know that I should be grateful that she talks. And, talks really really well. This is a child that has a vocabulary and sentence structure far ahead of her years. Any parent of a child with autism, (or a mass shooter), probably cries a great deal, wishing their child would talk more. I know the day will come when she is locked in her room, listening to Christ knows what kind of music, talking to her friends for hours, and tossing sullen, sarcastic responses to me. I swear I will remember these days fondly. I swear.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Once, many moons ago, I was at a mother's group playdate, and the host kid had this truck that was so loud we had to raise our voices to talk over it. It bothered no one but me, and even the mother, who commented on the noise level, actually said, "Oh well. That's how toys are these days. What can I do?" (I can think of something you can do. Something involving a hammer and a trash can.) Frankly, the toys were one of the big draws for me to Waldorf initially. No plastic, no batteries, no Disney tie-ins to everything, no shirts with hideous characters on them...in short, nothing particularly American about the toys at all. Thank God. Let me say now, though, that Flipper would love to be surrounded by Disney DVDs, she would have loved, as a baby, for everything her fat little fingers to touch magically light up, make noise, play music, etc. It would please her no end to have a bike with long glittery pink streamers on the handlebars, or, a lavender bike our neighbor had that was emblazoned with the name, "Lil' Puddin'." What the fuck? Who in God's name could ahve possibly invented a name like this for a bike? Or, really, who needs to name a bike in the first place? Why can't it just be a bike? In some normal color like red or blue or green.
Everything seems even more gender-specific than it did when I was a kid. It is maddening. I dallied with the idea of getting a kid's digital camera for her birthday, and Fisher Price makes one in two colors: blue, and pink. It is advertised as a "girl's camera." We are holding off on the bike for awhile. And when I do buy it, it will be from REI, green or orange. For now, Ithink a grown-up, but cheapie, digital camera. In pink, for it's her favorite color.