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Thursday
Feb102011

Family Movie Night



Mama had a movie night with friends about a month ago. When Veronica asked Ben where mommy was at, he told her, "Mama's having a special movie night with her friends." Veronica began to cry, "I want to go to a 'special movie night, TOO!!" Veronica peeked over the ledge, "Mama, mama, I want to go to the movie night!"

Ben calmed her little soul down and came upon a compromise, that we would have a family movie night accompanied with popcorn the next night. Veronica shook on it (rather said, "SURE!) and went to bed. The next evening came and got the best seat in the house...next to two cuties in piggytails.

Friday
Jan072011

Catepillars, Butterflies & One Imaginative, Outstanding Girl


My daughter (probably not uncommon like most little ones)gets a tad bit infatuated with various objects. One week it's Puppy, who was Ben's puppy when he was a boy. Another week it's butterfly, who was her little stuffed/scrunchy animal from when she was a baby, which was found in storage. Sometimes the phases are longer than a week, lasting months (insert Strawberry Shortcake). One thing is certain about her infatuations, she is consistent in the way in which she fully encapsulates the world of this inanimate object. Somehow she reminds me of a little girl I once knew (her name Kamille--maybe you know her).

One of her fascinations started one night before bed. At this point, she already knew butterfly, but wasn't acquainted with catepillar. I was sorting through some toys in the closet accumulating dust, while putting some in a box, out came a little rainbow catepillar. Grandma Scellick gave it to Cadence when she was a baby and we hadn't seen the poor little thing in months. Now, prior to Veronica spotting it, she wouldn't have batted an eye; however, at that moment she was enraptured. It became a sweet, sweet friend. A friend in which needed to be cherished, adored and tended to. Once she realized that she also had a puzzle of the The Very Hungry Catepillar, she soon began discussing the events of the day to it. As well as this...

A couple months later we found ourselves in a toy store where Veronica saw a big version of the little catepillar. To say she was thrilled would not suffice. We ended up creating a star chart where she could get a star sticker for every morning she stayed in her room until mommy or daddy came to get her. If she got 15 stickers, then she could get the big catepillar. Incentive my friends is a BEAUTIFUL thing, especially when it warrants you extra sleep in the morning. So thank you Big Catepillar!

Tuesday
Nov162010

On Being Beautiful & a Sports Fan

A little Bit on Storytelling Scrapping

Each day passes and I tell myself, "I need to write that down, so I don't forget this moment." Donald Davis, an professional storyteller, says that storytelling is like quilting. A quilter goes through life collecting scraps of fabric, which will one day be a masterpiece telling a story. A storyteller goes through life collecting "story" scraps, which will one day be a masterpiece story.

I see our life and like to tuck those scraps away. Sometimes they can be woven into a bigger story, and sometimes not. Still, it's important to be a scrap collector. You may find that one day, many years from now, that those story scraps are much more than scraps, but a building block for a story that will be your very best one. Here are what I view as scraps right now and I want to tuck them away, in order to hopefully pull them out later on.

On Beautiful


Veronica said that she wanted to wear her purple dress with pink dots on it. She said it was beautiful. She wore it throughout the day and I mentioned nonchalantly how beautiful she is in the dress. After dinner, the dress had taken its beating and it was time to retire it to the laundry basket. Except, Veronica said, "No Mama! It's my beautiful dress! I'm so beautiful in it!"

I told her, "Veronica, you're right, the dress is beautiful and you're very beautiful in it. But, sweetie, you would still be beautiful even without the dress. You would be beautiful in pants & a shirt. You would be beautiful in your pajamas. And you would even be beautiful in your swimsuit, because YOU are beautiful!"

This morning she said to me, "Mama, I'm even beautiful in my nightgown!" To which I replied yes, "And you know what makes you beautiful Veronica? It's your loving & kind heart. There are many people who have beautiful faces, but their hearts are ugly & yucky. Veronica you are both beautiful on the inside and outside."

On Sports

Ben is a sports guy. This football season he has been meeting up with friends to enjoy the game with some beer (although he hasn't been able to enjoy it during our Paleo challenge). He is one of those people who enjoys fantasy sports, a true stats guy. We get Sports Illustrated delivered each week. Now, being a father of two girls, it's far too easy to get overwhelmed with A LOT of female/feminine stuff. One thing I appreciate so much is him taking Veronica to her first triple A baseball game this summer. Ben is sharing his interest & love with his daughter. And fortunately, she LOVED it.

Daddy & Veronica went to the game in July, enjoyed a hot dog, watched the game a bit, & brought home some cracker jacks. The one scary part was the team's mascot, a big Chicken, to which daddy still tells stories about the chicken and Veronica overcoming her fear (i.e. Veronica told the chicken to go back to its closetless, chicken bedroom---which was really a little shed, but she thought it was his bedroom).

Since that day, Veronica has immersed herself into watching baseball (and now football) with daddy. During baseball season, she would grab her fake hot dog, squishy baseball and sit on the couch to watch the game. She has added in a baseball card to the mix. She asks daddy, "Daddy, what's this team called?" So if you were to come over today and ask her some Q&A about the recent games she's watched, this is what she would say:

Q: Veronica, what was the last baseball game you watched with daddy?
A: The Giants & the Rangers
Q: Veronica, what was the last basketball game you watched with daddy?
A: The Magic & the Heat.
Q: Veronica, what was the last football game you watched with daddy?
A: The Seahawks & the Cardinals
Q: What was the football game before that one?
A: The Dolphins & the Ravens

One day upon entering the bathroom, she didn't have her regular Strawberry Shortcake book in tow; rather, she was carrying daddy's Sports Illustrated magazine. She later quizzed daddy about a list of football players and their names, along with team. The next day with her hand covering the last name of the player, she asked, "Daddy, who's this?" Ben saw the first name and the first two letters (Wa) of the last name & replied, "Oh, it must be Cameron Wallace."
Veronica with authority replied, "NOOOO! It's Cameron Wake!" Ben moved her hand and she was right.

The following Sunday she was watching the Dolphins & the Ravens, and asked daddy, "Who's this?" Ben answered, "It's the Dolphins & the Ravens." Veronica asked, "Is Cameron Wake playing?," because he plays for the Dolphins.

Last night as they were watching Monday night football, Veronica asked daddy, "Daddy, where's MY football (much like her baseball during baseball games)? I don't have one (giggled)! I'm going to get one for Christmas," she says with certainty.

All of this shows that a little girl can be frilly, floofy & girly, while still enjoying the game and tallying up the stats with her daddy! I wouldn't have it any other way.

Wednesday
Nov032010

Catch Phrases

You know when you're walking through the clouds of seriousness, and you think, man when was the last time I laughed? Well, part of our family's mission statement says, "makes laughter a focal point of our time together." I feel like I forget that sometimes when my melancholy consternation abounds. So in keeping with laughter as a focal point, I thought how I don't ever want to forget these little moments in time (and hopefully pass some laughter on to you).

1. On Thursday night I had an appointment, so I gave Ben some instructions to cook fish for dinner. Now, our little Veronica loves listening to stories. If you've been around me (or this blog) for very long, you know I'm talking about the time old tradition of oral storytelling, not the kind found in books with fancy pictures. One story I've been retelling (and retelling) is when Cadence turns into a little fish, but finds her life as a fish isn't as good as her life as a little girl in our home. In the story, mama (played by yours truly) scoops up the once little Cadence girl, now little fishy Cadence, into a glass bowl with water.

Fast forward, Veronica is eating her dinner, then pauses & thinks. She turns to daddy and asks, "Daddy, what's this called? (pointing to the fish)" Daddy replies, "It's fish." Veronica proceeds to pick up her fish and put into her glass of water. She begins talking to her fishy, saying things like, "AWWW, little fishy, sweet fishy." Daddy turns to see what he thinks is Veronica simply playing with her food. He tells her, "Veronica, stop playing with your food. You need to take the food out of the water."

Veronica aghast replies, "But it's my fishy! The fishy needs to be in water!" A brief pause & thoughtfulness, then Veronica cocks her head and sweetly asks, "Can I keep my fish?" Ben tells her no.

When I get home, Ben told me about the night's fishy incident, while I'm hysterically laughing. "Ben," I say, "you know why she asked to keep the fish, don't you?" Ben replies, "No." "Remember the Cadence fishy story?," I answer. Ben ensues with laughter.

Stay tuned for episode two in one or two days.

Thursday
Oct072010

Apple Bobbing

You know your child is listening to key elements of a story when they just happen to knock over the box of apples on the deck, only to announce, "Oh no! The box of apples fell. I lost my balance! (Veronica)" I forgot that we had just read about Ginger the cat knocking over the apples in a wheelbarrow, then falling into the water while trying to bob for them, because he "lost his balance." Shortly after, I notice there are quite a few apples in the play grocery cart (a.k.a. wheelbarrow), which I quickly said, "Umm, I know Ginger knocked over the apples from the wheelbarrow Veronica, but I need you to keep them in there."

After she realized her dream of being Ginger the cat knocking over the wheelbarrow was extinct, she had a new idea. Applebobbing! She has seen this Autumn festivity recently in three different books, so she continued asking for the remainder of the late afternoon to go "applebobbing" (sidenote: she has called her Uncle Bob at one point 'Apple Bob.' So I thought she was talking about Bob at first). I told her when daddy got home we could go applebobbing. I think the girls interpretation of this semi-lost art just might cause a comeback.