Showing posts with label over-active imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label over-active imagination. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2009

Dear Santa...

We've been trying to convince Violet that handwritten requests to Santa are more likely to be granted than those submitted via Mommy or e-mail. Mumbling in a terrified voice to the mall Santa doesn't count for much either.  Violet has claimed a number of imaginary deficiencies to get out of this task, but today she felt "well enough" to give it a shot.  She needn't have worried about it.  If she had composed a sonnet to the cat, I don't think I could have been more excited.

I give you Violet's first written-all-by-herself letter to Santa Claus.



She's asking for Musketeer Barbie, but we cut her some slack on the specifics.  The big man knows what's up. We have submitted a request to the North Pole to have Violet's letter picked up using the "magic envelope" service.  Hopefully, when she wakes up in the morning there will be a receipt in the envelope to confirm Santa received her request.


What? You don't expect us to trust the post office do you?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wardrobe Wednesday: My Flower Fairy





























The day before Halloween was the most beautiful day I've seen all year.  The sky was a dazzling blue and the air was a warm 70 degrees.  The forecast for Beggars' Night was predicted to be exactly the opposite.  It's true what they say about Ohio (especially in the fall), if you don't like the weather wait five minutes.  I made the executive decision (as head costume constructor and ego-maniac) that we must take photos of Vi's costume while the weather was on our side.  Aaron came up with the brilliant idea to go to the Children's Discovery Garden. The pictures turned out so great that we decided to make a storybook.  Here's the link if you want to look at it, but those who share my genetic material should probably not look unless they want to spoil Christmas.

Sometimes I can't stop staring at a photograph I've taken.  My fellow artists will understand this feeling, but I'm pretty sure I can't stop looking at this one because of Violet's eyes.  Either way, I sure do make pretty things.


Thursday, January 29, 2009

Comet School

This morning my daughter crept into my bed and began to spin a tale about comets. The narrative was loose and a bit nonsensical, but I learned a few things:

1. Comets are blue. They are not yellow. They are not green.

2. Comets fly around the Milky Way.

3. Comets do not have feet.

4. Comets are like the moon, but they are NOT the moon.

5. Super heroes catch the comets and bite them.

6. Comets are like a circle hole cut out in the sky.


The story began to ramble and repeat itself, so I cut in and asked if we should get up and make breakfast.
Violet got a stern look on her face and said to me:

"What matters is that comets don't wear socks. Okay, Mama?"



Okay indeed.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Mary Poppins, sex kitten...

I've now watched Mary Poppins so many times that I find myself imagining a secret, sexy back story involving Mary and Bert the chimney sweep. I mean, who wouldn't want to get into Mary's pantaloons? I think that perhaps Mary shacked up with Bert when she was in between gigs and although he never "pressed his advantage" as Mary sings, he did get a glimpse of her bare ankles once. The conventions of the time prevent Mary and Bert from pursuing their love out in the open, so Bert finds a way to show up in an official capacity whenever possible so as to cover their tracks. That's why he has so many odd jobs! A chimney only needs swept a couple of times a year and Mary has NEEDS! I was sure my dirty mind was running away with me until Aaron turned to me the other day and asked me if I thought Bert and Mary got it on when no one was looking.

I think so, I really do.

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