Archive for December, 2010

My princess and her frogs


2010
12.23

So, Rose (and also my mom & my aunt) and I are addicted to this game for the iPad called Pocket Frogs. And yesterday I was watching her play it, and she was hopping the frogs from lily pad to lily pad and eating the dragonflies, making the frogs happy as the game creators intended. But as she was doing it, she was creating this little narrative about the frog’s life and the other frogs she encountered in the pond.

She likes to play the baby frogs, because they are tiny and really cute (though there is no in-game advantage to playing with them, really). And she tells a story about their lives as she travels.

While I was watching her, I thought “I wonder if this is why girls don’t play video games as much as boys – because they don’t really get what they want from the games?” And then I realized that I was being kind of sexist and walking a slippery slope there. And I remembered that D used to have these really long games when he was six or seven with his matchbox cars, creating these long sagas of racing and crashing and personalities for the cars. So it is probably just that she’s in this imaginative play stage and not her gender, but it is incredibly cute nonetheless.

Hanging out with Rose


2010
12.14

So, yesterday the kids had a dentist appointment, and while Rose and I were waiting for Dillon, we had a nice chat.

Rose: I can’t wait to be a grown up mommy.
Me: And do you think you’ll have a son or a daughter?
Rose: A girl, and I will name her California.
Me: Nice.
Rose: And a puppy.
Me: And what will your puppy’s name be?
Rose: Rocky.
Me: And where will you live?
Rose: At home, with you and Dillon and the dogs.
Me: That will be fun. And what will you be?
Rose: BE?
Me: Like, you know, what kind of job will you have?
Rose: I don’t know. What do you think?
Me: Well, you could be a doctor. That’s a good job.
Rose: Well, I’d have to be a doctor and a mommy.
Me: Sounds good to me…

Coal


2010
12.13

I was teasing D about getting coal in his stocking this Christmas and he didn’t much love the idea. He was guessing there would be some candy canes and stuff. And then he said, “Even a box would be fine.”

I asked, “What?” confused, thinking maybe he switched topics on me.

He said, “In my Christmas stocking. There are a lot of things I could do with an empty box.” And then he proceeded to tell me a lot of the things he could do with a shoebox.