How deep has the fairy tale bug bitten Evelyn?
She made a new friend, Abby, at the play area in the mall today. The two little girls ran around, chased each other, compared their baby siblings, and climbed in and out of play things. Then, I spotted Evelyn lying on the floor, apparently fake sleeping and paying no mind to her confused new friend who just could not rouse her. Abby shook Evelyn, tickled her until Evelyn was squirming away, and asked her to wake up in the persistent way that only a toddler could master, all to no avail. I knew what Evelyn was waiting for, but I reined in the urge to interfere. I wanted to see what would happen. After a minute or two, just when I was afraid that Abby is going to give up on Evelyn, I saw Evelyn mouthed three words to Abby, "true love's kiss". Right... Just what I thought. Poor Abby was even more troubled. It's time for me and Prince Lauren to step in. All it took was a slobbery kiss from Lauren and the world was righted. There goes princess Evelyn, rescued from some unknown, but definitely wicked sleep enchantment, happily engaged with a real world playmate again.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Who are you now?
Evelyn loves to pretend play these days, especially loves to re-enact her beloved princess stories.
Just the other day, I found her slightly bent over in a non-specific living room corner with a hand cupped by her mouth as if silently singing towards the floor. She then tilted her head towards the same spot as if listening for a response. "Snow White?" I ventured a guess, "are you Snow White singing into the castle well?" She looked up and nodded solemnly, and picked up a corner of her sleeping gown as she swept across the floor. I left the poor princess to clean up after breakfast. When I returned, she was perched on her hands and knees upon the pillow stack singing quietly. She then propped herself up, lifted her head, and sang the phrase "part of your world~". Ah, she is Ariel, the little mermaid, longing to become a part of the Prince's world. While the little mermaid was busy swimming across the room, I went to change Lauren's diaper, and came back to find the big sister face down on the floor. Turns out that she was Snow White again, escaped into the forest, tired and frightened, just about to be led to the Seven Dwarf's house by little woodland animals. That whole day, I felt like I was caught in a never ending Scene It game. Every time I return to Evelyn's side, I'd arrive in the middle of a story. Charming little stories. Charming, that is, until I was assigned the role of a big bad wolf or an evil queen and had to chase the heroine around the crowded house, with the baby in my arms.
Just the other day, I found her slightly bent over in a non-specific living room corner with a hand cupped by her mouth as if silently singing towards the floor. She then tilted her head towards the same spot as if listening for a response. "Snow White?" I ventured a guess, "are you Snow White singing into the castle well?" She looked up and nodded solemnly, and picked up a corner of her sleeping gown as she swept across the floor. I left the poor princess to clean up after breakfast. When I returned, she was perched on her hands and knees upon the pillow stack singing quietly. She then propped herself up, lifted her head, and sang the phrase "part of your world~". Ah, she is Ariel, the little mermaid, longing to become a part of the Prince's world. While the little mermaid was busy swimming across the room, I went to change Lauren's diaper, and came back to find the big sister face down on the floor. Turns out that she was Snow White again, escaped into the forest, tired and frightened, just about to be led to the Seven Dwarf's house by little woodland animals. That whole day, I felt like I was caught in a never ending Scene It game. Every time I return to Evelyn's side, I'd arrive in the middle of a story. Charming little stories. Charming, that is, until I was assigned the role of a big bad wolf or an evil queen and had to chase the heroine around the crowded house, with the baby in my arms.
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