Tuesday, October 21, 2008

What's A Princess to do?

Graycen is in a princess stage. she loves hearing the stories of a helpless woman needing a man to come in and rescue her and make the princess believe that now she is living a fairy tale. what is this teaching her? yikes, i hope this passes soon. but the dress up to go along with these stories are incredible. i watch her transform before my eyes due to a $12.00 wig and a lot of glitter. i surprise myself at how much i like it. she has a wonderful imagination and i get to go along for the ride. when my sister and i were younger we would make up these stories of an indian princess on an island. we would chew wild mint leaves and make daisy wreathes for our hair. we would stay in these characters for days. i get to relive some of that with graycen. she has this sort of beachy, hippie, fairy tale thing about her anyway, so i can't help but buy into it. 

"momma- i got my shoes from my fairy god mother."

"graycen, i got my shoes from zappos.com"

"no mommy, you got those from your fairy god mother!!" (in a very angry voice.) yes, yes, i got them from my fairy god mother. and we live under a mushroom and there are giants that are going to crush us, and we'll have to eat green beans, lots and lots of green beans, and then we will be invisible. i guess you could say that i help out a little with her stories. 


on a different note. graycen has the preschool curse. a runny nose. yuck. nasty. gross. it's lasted since day two of school and i have yet to see it go away. i am about to name the snot that runs down her face because i feel we are so intimately acquainted. poor gray. she is now O B S E S S E D with wiping it. her nose is raw. all her jackets and sweaters are so rough on her precious little peach skin and it's breaking my heart. she feels fine and tells me it doesn't bother her. but oh, i know it does. the heat is turned as low as it can go before we freeze, she has her humidifier on in her room, and i am constantly shining up her face with aquafor. i don't know what else to do. do they make a puffs plus with aloe, lotion, and a tie to keep her hands behind her back? 


today before nap we ended with a lovely poem that graycen has grown fond of.

"Who Knows if the Moon's"

who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky- filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon, 
why then 
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where

 Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves."
-e.e. cummings

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