Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Just Recording a Moment: From a Tea Party Not So Long Ago

Remember, or reread, back in the day when my daughter took over my every thought and when I could only write when she was asleep or away? She's building a big party for her friends (all stuffed) one foot away from me while I'm sitting here typing. She's not talking to me--she is talking nonstop to her friends, who are, thankfully, pretty quiet.

In attendance, Yoda sitting in a car seat (the seat donated from a friend to use when our family comes in a few weeks), a big bulldog (that I bought before she was born from Ikea), a zebra (who has been repaired twice now, losing stuffing, from Kohls), a giant turtle from Aunt Melynnda, a mini Pillow Pet monkey from Susan & Leah, a lamb that has been with her since day one that my cousin Angy gave us at the baby shower, Snoopy, a monkey from Kelly or Karen?, a bunny won at the Easter egg hunt, a Peter Rabbit from Grandma Karen (stripped of his clothes long ago), and a pet cat that meows and purrs from Grandma Beth last Christmas. The gang is all here.

Additionally there are blankets and two tea sets: one enameled metal that I picked up for her at a yard sale, the other a fancy porcelain set from Auntie Margaret.

She is a good hostess. Telling them all where to sit and what to eat and when to eat.  There is a rucus about the sugar spoon, since there is only one, and they all have to share. Her leadership skills are quite developed. She just dropped a plate and said, "Damn it!", picked it up, and continued on with the party. She introduced Yoda to the zebra because they had not met yet (I thought everyone from S Land was acquainted, but obviously not.) And her friends are also required to clean up when the clock says. She has been very clear about those rules all along.

A little singing of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" ensues before the clock demands that her friends clean up. Back go the plates and forks, spoons and cups, saucers and string cheese. She is taking all her friends back up to their places in her room, on her bed, in her backpack. She moved back the chairs and blankets.

Oh, what a swell party this is.

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