Around here, that thing onto which Miss Lucille Grace is putting her Pirate Booty is known as a “paying board.” I think I need to go back and re-read the old entries about Eliza from these years, because with the exception of “mover maze” — a conveyor belt — I don’t remember her coming up with as many great malapropisms and neologisms as Lucy does on the regular. Also, the complete and total disregard for Rs continues. She sounds like an old school Brooklynite who moved to Boston, like, it’s anyone’s guess what is going to come out of her mouth in the spot where most people make an R sound. I suppose we’ll have to fix it at some point but it’s so flipping adorable and funny.
Then again, it’s hard to top Eliza’s whole speaking in the second person interrogative thing. It’s not until I had a toddler who followed normal speech patterns that I realized how insane that was. I remember people getting all “No I don’t want a cracker wth small bossy child” at her, and me and Jim just translating without a second thought for the fact that our kid communicated her desire for a cracker by saying, “Should you get a cracker?” That was weird.
These days Eliza speaks like everyone else. We have had a rough few weeks about school recently but I think we are doing OK now. It’s that whole tween thing, exacerbated by the fact that she is more head-in-the-clouds than even her fellow 10-year-olds. It was starting to feel like all of our interactions were me correcting or chastising her, and we had to shift the balance, so I’ve been trying to make time to hear her out about the stuff in her head. We’ve gone on walks, which is a singular experience because Eliza doesn’t really walk — she flitters, she bounces, she waves her arms, she divebombs with total disregard for personal space, she grabs your hand, then she bounces off again. It’s like going for a walk with an enormous bird, and it never fails to make me smile.
We went to see The Martian together on Saturday. I think she liked it, but I think she was more intrigued by the preview for Mockingjay.
I lent her Hunger Games a few weeks ago. “Mommy, you gave me The Hunger Games,” she said carefully to me, like she thought it might’ve been a mistake. I told her I thought she’d like it, but that no one was going to judge her if she decided part-way through that she didn’t want to continue it. I know a lot of kids her age are starting to read it, and she’s been good at noping out of media she was uncomfortable with since she was a little kid.
Anyway, the Mockingjay trailer depicts the Capital in all its glory and now she’s finished part one, with the tributes about to enter the Arena. It’s been really entertaining to experience vicariously; I hope she likes the rest of the book too.
Here she is on one of our recent walks — it’s the OTHER reservoir in our town, and I was surprised to realize that we’d never taken her there.
This year I am following the elections in our town very closely — I’ve gotten to know some of the players in the past six months, and I’ve been at a number of events that indicate that the rest of the world is starting to realize the potential of our down-at-the-heels city, so it’s really fun to have skin in the game.
Also noted for posterity, I had Lee’s pink river art before, but then I saw the orange-yellow river and I had to buy it as a friend for the pink one. I love that I have friends who are so talented.