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So the other night Gabriella informed us that her tummy hurt.
Coupled with her behavior and some other evidence unsuitable for readers with weak stomachs, it seemed a bug of some sort was upon us. Consequently, Friday was a bit of a sickday around the house. Lots of snuggling on the sofa watching old Disney movies, and things like that.
But there’s only so much musical animation one can take at a time, so we decided on doing a few “projects”.
Unfortunately I didn’t count on her “tummy bubbles” shortening her attention span so much. After several failed attempts at crafts pulled from our veritable library of kids craft books, Gabriella agreed to simply help me do a “daddy project”. Limoncello!
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Despite her not wanting me to record & share it, I thought ‘teh intarwebs’ might enjoy this 30s video of Gabriella doing yoga, which is apparently a thing now.
Gotta start ‘em young, right?
As always, what was meant to be a 3 word message had almost 10 takes, and ended up very different than expected.
Introducing Just O. Pig.
(The O stands for “Only”. Gabriella’s naming convention isn’t very creative)
Please direct all inquiries to his creator
Gabriella loves books. At two years old, she understandably enjoys the pictures more than the words – which is exactly why I’m ticked off. It seems to me, that the majority of children’s book illustrators out there think all kids are stupid. Now you might feel like saying, “C’mon Pete, that’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” To which I answer, “No!” Too long have we suffered with pretty pictures in children’s books that are completely at odds with the words. Don’t believe me?
Allow me to show you some examples
Consider yourself forewarned, the next week or so will most likely contain a succession of outdated posts that have been sitting unfinished for some time now.
So for the longest time, Gabriella insisted that she wanted “bread and paint” from Santa for Christmas. This was not explained any further than a one-off “because I want it”, which let’s face it is pretty much how we’re told Santa works. So Santa’s elves penciled her in, albeit while scratching their heads, for bread and paint. But one day, on the way to visit Santa while he picked up a script for Mrs. Claus at the local CVS (where mommy works, BONUS!) the light went off.
Me: So are you going to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?
G: Yes! Bread and paint!
Me: Good, now remem-
G: Bella already have bread and paint!?
Me: Yup, you do.
At this point I can hear the gears turning for about 45 seconds.
G: Bella want a ‘tove.
And thus the elves replaced “Bread and Paint” with “‘tove”, and went to work.
On Christmas morning, Gabriella showed absolutely no surprise (she told Santa what she wanted, why wouldn’t it be there), but plenty of happiness, as she discovered that Santa had indeed brought her not only a tove, but essentially an entire play kitchen:
Complete with matching potholders…
Later that day, we visited family, as we had the night before, and it quickly became evident that Gabriella wasn’t feeling very well. She behaved like an angel (more evidence that something was up) and when asked if she wanted to go home, simply said “No”, and laid herself back down on the floor to talk to some deer.
Thankfully, despite flirting with a 101/102 fever for almost the entire week following the holiday, Gabriella was healthy and back to normal for New Years Eve, when she hung out with her new best friend.