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Apr. 9th, 2008 06:39 pm
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Today was so lovely that we spent a majority of it out on the porch. Bugs were found but Jack was having none of it. Yellow pollen covered both kids and a fair bit of me.
Today was so lovely that we spent a majority of it out on the porch. Bugs were found but Jack was having none of it. Yellow pollen covered both kids and a fair bit of me.
Jack is 6 weeks old today. He's following in his Big-Sister-With-The-Short-Hair's (as Isadora likes to call herself) footsteps and has developed horrible baby acne. Nothing to be done but wait it out. He even has it on his head poor thing. At least he's too young to be bothered by the taunts of other acne free 6 weekers.
My mom gave Isadora one of those things that you put in water and it expands in size. This one was a fairy because Isadora has been utterly obsessed with fairies for months. Unfortunately the water not only made the paint all mottled but it compromised its structural integrity so that at some point early on in its life the poor fairy lost its legs during playtime. I say 'early on in its life' because Isadora has now been playing with this bizarre thing for days... since Valentines Day to be exact. She gets it out in the afternoon when she gets home from school and puts it back into a bowl of water before she goes to bed.
This morning I found her sitting at the table, humming to herself and setting up dollhouse plates with pretend hot dogs on them and suitcase scattered around. There was a Polly Pocket doll sitting up bent at the waist and the legless fairy was laying down towards the edge of the table. Isadora assures me it was a campout and not some strange funeral scene. I'm not convinced though I guess hot dogs are not really traditionally served at wakes.
I tried to convince her that it was time to let the thing move on to a better place and told her that Grammy would replace it but she's just not ready to let go yet. Hopefully she will be before it starts to grow fungus or mold.
Living with Isadora means that occasionally one almost trips over things like randomly placed scale furniture sitting in the middle of the dining room floor.