Eleanor is a funny kid. Sometimes unintentionally. Here are some of her recent quirky episodes:
- Dropping the Deuce: We have a great little advent calendar, it’s got little doors, and behind each is a magnet Nativity piece. Eleanor loved this last year and knew what to do immediately this year. Day one went great and December 2nd came around, she ran around the kitchen island yelling, “I want to make a Number Two! I want to make a Number Two.” She still has no idea why her family was laughing so.
- Elly say what? I bumped into one of Eleanor’s teacher at the Lilburn Christmas Parade. I held my own little parent – teacher conference. “Is she OK in class?” Miss Mary says, “Oh yes, but I can’t get her to talk.” WHat? You know I’m ELEANOR’s mother, right? Cause at home, getting her to shut up is the trick. So, really? “Does she walk away during story time?” “Never.” Wow! She is a TOTALLY different kid at school. Great. or maybe not. I LOVE this blabber mouth wandering kid the way I know her. I’m SHOCKED that she is a wall flower. On the one hand, I am happy to find out that she isn’t a pain the teacher’s… neck. But, who wants to hear that her kid is, “the quiet one?”
- Jurassic Whaaa….: We went to Costco to do the errands, and we saw they had the new Kota ride-on Triceratops. Cute, no? No, not cheap, but cuter than a used stick horse. Eleanor saw this on display, and it looked at her, blinked and shook its head, she freaked. No, I mean FREAKED. That just got worse when I went and touched it. She begged me to get away. So there we are, mid freak out, and there are some random grandparents there looking at the Kota, and looking at me and Elly, and looking at each other. I look at them and ask, “So, does this help you decide?” They looked at Elly again and walked away. These toy makers should pay me- to Stay. Away.
- Teen Peer Pressure: Last night was the church Silver Bell Dinner, complete with beef, booze and child care. The teens were the waiters and nursery attendants. The youth also got to share in the eating. At one point, they asked if they could bring Elly out to eat with them at their table (as Saralyn was sleeping in nursery) and I said OK. She came out in her Pretty Purple Party Dress and sat with all the teens. I got her a plate of food, brought it to her, put her napkin in her lap, told her to use that napkin and a fork, then went back to my own table, thinking, “Toddler in a prom dress with gravy and mashed potatoes… what can go wrong?”. I watch her for a while, and… she was PERFECT. She used a fork AND a spoon. She wiped her her lips with a napkin (she’s never – NEVER – done that. Not without threat of bodily harm.) She was dying – DYING – to be just like those teens. I now know where I stand in her sphere of influence: somewhere below Elmo. I need to screen her friends very carefully from here on out…
Eleanor still is afraid of Santa, loves her Princesses (including the ones in the Christmas Parade, the ones with the satin sashes that say ‘Miss Sophomore 2008’. ), and hates getting her hair brushed. She sings. She dances. She’s got joints like rubber bands. She says her prayers (when prompted). Eleanor is a WHOLE person, and not entirely the person I imagined she would be. She is more beautiful than I could have dreamed of, and when she is good, she is very, VERY good, and when she’s bad, she’s HORRID.
Saralyn is so sweet, but is still a rather blank slate. I can’t wait to see what she becomes. Not that I think that Eleanor is set in stone already. Both still need me, but mostly I love to watch them and laugh out loud!