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the_rckWatching Delia grow up and discover the world is a joy and a sorrow. A few months ago, she started watching Blues Clues a lot. My sister-in-law had made a tape of six hours of episodes, and Delia watched it over and over (we've now passed it on to her younger cousin).
One day, when Scott was working on his laptop (formerly my laptop), Delia looked at it, said, "Blue skidoo!" and tried to jump in. Fortunately, she didn't jump onto the computer or onto Scott, just into the air. She was so disappointed that nothing happened. (For those who haven't been exposed to Blues Clues, that's what the characters do in order to go into pictures and such.)
It was both cute and heartbreaking. I mean, she learned something important about the world and how it works, but she also lost something intangible. Possibility, I suppose, is as good a word as any. She found out that the world wasn't quite what she hoped. There'll likely be a lot of moments like that over the course of her life. I hope they're all as harmless.
She also, earlier this week, discovered that her backpack doesn't have a star pocket (unlike Dora's). I think she already knew that neither her backpack nor mine has infinite storage capacity or can immediately disgorge exactly the needed item when asked for it. Still, another disappointment of reality. I sympathize. I still sometimes get the feeling that doors might not go to where I expect them to or that elevators might open on an unexpected world.
Delia has been announcing that my ponytail (or braid if that's how my hair is at the moment) is a baby. She pets it and tells us that the baby is sleepy. I'm not sure how much of that is a game and how much is her trying to understand where babies come from. She knows that they come from mothers somehow, but we haven't given her any details and haven't spent much time around women who were expecting.
She keeps asking us to tell her stories about 'when I was a baby.' ('When I was at pre-school' and 'when I was at Fantasy Forest' are also popular as is the story about her scaring away the monster by shouting, 'Go away, monster!') We tell her then about her first bath outside the hospital, about how she used to sleep in her car seat, about how her father used Oatios to encourage her to crawl, about how she tried sweet potatoes and loved them or about what we thought when we first held her at the hospital. The hardest part is that she wants the stories to stay the same each time. A certain amount of embellishment is allowed (but dangerous because then the new details are expected next time), but large changes are forbidden.
One day, when Scott was working on his laptop (formerly my laptop), Delia looked at it, said, "Blue skidoo!" and tried to jump in. Fortunately, she didn't jump onto the computer or onto Scott, just into the air. She was so disappointed that nothing happened. (For those who haven't been exposed to Blues Clues, that's what the characters do in order to go into pictures and such.)
It was both cute and heartbreaking. I mean, she learned something important about the world and how it works, but she also lost something intangible. Possibility, I suppose, is as good a word as any. She found out that the world wasn't quite what she hoped. There'll likely be a lot of moments like that over the course of her life. I hope they're all as harmless.
She also, earlier this week, discovered that her backpack doesn't have a star pocket (unlike Dora's). I think she already knew that neither her backpack nor mine has infinite storage capacity or can immediately disgorge exactly the needed item when asked for it. Still, another disappointment of reality. I sympathize. I still sometimes get the feeling that doors might not go to where I expect them to or that elevators might open on an unexpected world.
Delia has been announcing that my ponytail (or braid if that's how my hair is at the moment) is a baby. She pets it and tells us that the baby is sleepy. I'm not sure how much of that is a game and how much is her trying to understand where babies come from. She knows that they come from mothers somehow, but we haven't given her any details and haven't spent much time around women who were expecting.
She keeps asking us to tell her stories about 'when I was a baby.' ('When I was at pre-school' and 'when I was at Fantasy Forest' are also popular as is the story about her scaring away the monster by shouting, 'Go away, monster!') We tell her then about her first bath outside the hospital, about how she used to sleep in her car seat, about how her father used Oatios to encourage her to crawl, about how she tried sweet potatoes and loved them or about what we thought when we first held her at the hospital. The hardest part is that she wants the stories to stay the same each time. A certain amount of embellishment is allowed (but dangerous because then the new details are expected next time), but large changes are forbidden.
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Date: 2007-01-05 02:31 am (UTC)