Last weekend, I FINALLY had the opportunity to go on a major organizational blitz of the house. I was SO glad to have the time to merge, purge, resurge, and reemerge the stuff! I realized that K had an entire cedar-lined window seat box that was now free and ready for use! That window seat has been home to a whole little village of Fisher-Price homes and townsfolk, so it's no quick thing to access the inner reaches. Happily, I'd purchased 2 beautiful As-Is wooden drawers from IKEA, one of which was perfect to hold the village so I can easily lift it off to use the window box.
I wasn't sure what K would think of this new situation, but when she entered the room and saw the changes, she was STOKED! I'd put a hydrangea sculpture on her wall and had wreathed her bed cannopy with a string of fairy lights B had purchaed for her over a year ago. All that, plus the magic of the new drawer was nothing short of awe-inspiring for K, who asked, "Who did all THIS? Was it you? Mama, this is the most wonderful thing EVER! I love you!" (the kind of statement you expect to be followed by "Now, can I take the car?").
The other day we were driving somewhere, and she was holding her little Strawberry Shortcake music player to her ear, singing along, quietly. She said, "I need to be able to hear all the words so I can learn them!"
As we were driving home today from Chik-Fil-A, where K had received a second installment in the Narnia series as part of her kids' meal, she was voraciously examining the pages and telling me what was happening. "These people are having a fight. They all have swords. This one and this one and this one. They are the bad people. They're going to try to kill the dragon, but not the unicorn. And this one has a spear. He's going to take it and stab the other guy in the chest. That's the way it's done, right?" ?? And they say TV is violent! ;)
Tonight, we were reading another chapter in The Secret Garden, and K was looking at the very few pictures as I read. This isn't one of those books that's flush with images and what they've got isn't too intriguing... only shaddowy black and gray charcoal-ish images. Anyway, the book was describing Mary's growing friendship with the little robin and the gardener, Ben Weatherstaff, and it showed a picture of Mary and Ben sitting on the ground together in what looked like a winter vegetable garden. K said, "Look, Mom! They don't look sour at all anymore!" (by contrast to their earlier descriptions as both being sour, contrary people)!! I didn't even know she knew what sour meant!
She just cracks us up, daily, multiple times. Bless her heart, she's a wonderful maniac, and she's all ours :)!
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