When Lucy was impending, Dina sent us a lovely package for both girls. Miss Lucy has long since outgrown the outfit, but the plastic snakes that were in the package? Well, those have been loved beyond our wildest imaginings. They are currently giving me gray hairs because the girls took them outside, play with them all the time, and have taken to arranging them artfully in the backyard. Where they regularly give me heart attacks as I walk over to dump things in the compost bin or lean over to pull weeds, or whatever, and am confronted by Surprise!Snakes! At first I thought it was coincidence, but I am pretty sure that Eliza is doing it on purpose now.
2. Eliza’s uniform
You know, I was all Rarr! The Man can’t keep me down! as a kid about uniforms, but as a parent, I love them. They’re pretty strict about the colors (navy collared tops; khaki pants, capris, or skirts; blue or white socks; no hoodies except as jackets, no writing except the school logos on anything). There’s a pretty big income disparity at the school, but expensive polos and Walmart polos are pretty similar, so the status marker that clothes confer is all but gone. It also makes getting dressed easy in the morning. Plus, Eliza’s fashionista combos are a delight and I love them, but some of them are too crazypants for school — and I like that it doesn’t even come up because: uniform!
Best of all, Eliza doesn’t mind it either. I think it may be because she’s worn one since she started “real” school in kindergarten. And they do have opportunities to dress down sometimes on special occasions, or for fundraisers (bring $1 to wear jeans for the day in a benefit for the Red Cross post-hurricane Sandy, that sort of thing).
I also think that the uniforms forge a common identity and school pride that helps motivate the kids, many of whom have no family tradition of academic aspiration and will likely be the first to aim for college.
To answer your question, Melissa, yesterday, we had some friends over for a little party for Lucy, and we asked people to bring pictures of mustaches instead of gifts.
Here is where it pays off to have talented friends, because one of them made her a little mustache purse, which she now carries around. Behold:
The bag is purple, with sparkles, because purple, and sparkles, are very important.
“PUH-PAH! DAT MY FAVE-IT COL-AH!” says the Toddler Who Has Opinions.
Some kids drew her a mustache card, several people showed up with fake mustache painted or glued on, mustache-themed shirts abounded, and Eliza drew mustaches on the cake.
“HAZ MUSTACHE!” said Lucy, all aglow.
One of our guests declined regretfully but sent a tiny version of the hippo she had made for Lucy a few months ago.
Hippos are still very much a going concern and she clutched this little guy to her, and has declared him to be the “BABY HIPPO!” Thank you, Lee!
We got her a big wheel, which she promptly identified as her “MOTO-CYC-AH!” And when it gets rained on she freaks out and wipes it down with paper towels.
9. A book
And it’s possible my mom got her something besides this book, but I don’t remember (kidding). My brain has melted from the oh-my-god-infinity times I have been asked to read it to her. Ocelots! Snakes! Wombats! HIPPOS! KANGAROOS!
Lucille has a severe case of hero worship for one of Eliza’s friends, and is constantly trying to impress her. The latest attempt, yesterday:
S! I HAZ UNNERWEAH! I HAZ DORA UNNERWEAH!
S greets these attempts to impress her with bemused kindness, which, god bless her, really.
11. That Star Trek Episode where Captain Picard realized the aliens spoke in metaphors
Riding in the car with me as I ran an errand today, Lucy asked for “SING A SONG.”
I ran through the names of all the songs we usually sing together and got a no for each one.
“SING A SONG ONNA PHONE!” she clarified. Oh, well then. I played Lady Gaga and she was pleased.
12. And finally, monkeys
After bath, Lucy picks what to wear to bed. As I’ve said, we are not doctrinaire about the pajama/daytime clothes divide around here, so often it’s a fairly random thing.
Tonight, she chose one of the few onesies that still fit her, which has a little monkey embroidered on the front. It was inside out, and the stitching on the face of the reverse of the design looks distorted.
Lucy held it up to me and Eliza and said, in a tone of grave concern: “MONKEY SHIRT ANGRY!”
Eliza, who was brushing her teeth at the time, may have aspirated some toothpaste.