Yeah…my daughters put capes, gloves and leotards on to jump around and play dancing superheroes.
And it was awesome.
Tag: Marceline
Echo
While at my parents in May, Marceline got a bump on her head from running into a door. I used it as an opportunity to tell her about the myth of Athena jumping full grown from Zeus’s head.
She loves it and her nighttime stories since that night are different Greek myths. One that really caught her imagination was ‘Echo and Narcissus.”
In the version of the story we read Echo is always running fast away from you while repeating your last words back to you.
Marceline now will swing back and forth on her swing with head back screening “Echooooo” into the air. It’s been two weeks of her doing this and it’s just as adorable now as it was the first day she did it.
Trauma
When I pick Marceline up from her preschool, I always bring a snack for her and Edith to eat on the way home. Which is a little ridiculous considering that we are a 6-minute car drive, at most, from her preschool. But it helps get Marceline into the car some days, as she wants to stay and play at the Nature Center as long as she can. Edith too.
So this week we had some granola bars to eat as snack. I just bring one and break it in half for the girls to split. Not quite half, Marceline needs a bigger piece because she is older you see. So like two-thirds to one third. Which means Edith just inhales her snack while Marceline takes slightly longer, mostly seconds longer really.
On Monday Edith devoured her piece while Marceline I notice Marceline just stared at hers. So I made high pitched voice that said “Hi Marceline,” as if it was coming from the granola bar. So said hi back. And really, at first it was cute like most of our imaginary play. Marceline talked back and forth with the granola bar, randomly answering the questions I had the granola bar ask…. about preschool, how she was doing and other such nonsense.
Then I had the granola bar ask what she was going to do with it. And she said eat it. I pretended (as the granola bar) to be shocked. Marceline tried to explain that granola bars were tasty and that she was hungry. And that you were supposed to eat granola bars. The granola bar insisted they could be friends and friends don’t eat friends. Marceline again tried explaining how you are supposed to eat granola bars.
She then said to me, “Dad I want the granola bar to stop talking so I can eat it.”
Yeah….. I think I may have traumatized her.
It probably didn’t help that after some quiet time Marceline started eating the granola bar and then I had it say “Where are my legs, I can’t feel my legs.” Marceline said she ate it, playfully this time. I had the granola bar ask if the legs were tasty and if she was going to eat the rest of it. She said yes to both.
2 daughters, 1 dad, 1 big playground
The title pretty much sums it up.
We spent 3 hours at a playground yesterday. And it was constantly walking from around one area to the other to check on my girls as they just spread out across the playground.
I didn’t even try to corral them because it wasn’t done. Just let them go and kept an eye on them.
Successful Birthday
Marceline turned 4 yesterday. Sam said 4 was a big birthday. Now I don’t remember that being the case, but I’m not one to tone down a birthday unless it’s my own.
We let Marceline pick her meals today. Donuts for breakfast, the morning playing at a library, ate lunch out and got to celebrate her birthday at preschool with her.
Sam made and frosted a cake. Homemade buttercream frosting wasn’t up to her standards, but I thought it tasted and looked fine. Besides we haven’t made buttercream frosting in a long time.
Marceline’s cake was blue with yellow frosting sunflowers and decorated with strawberries and blueberries.
Her big present was a new bicycle with training wheels and lights. It took us about an hour of playing outside to realize that the reason the light strips weren’t bright was because we hadn’t removed the steps of stickers covering the lights.
Shocking how much of a difference that made. But Marceline didn’t seem to care either way.
She feels asleep pretty easily, a sign of a good day for sure.
Dinner Time
Some evenings, making dinner.is the longest part of the day. We eat at 4:30 or 5, and despite a typical afternoon snack at 3, they girls act like they are starving to death while I’m cooking
Marceline will.come in and out of the kitchen asking if she can have this or that. “Dad I’m hungry!” is a perpetual refrain. My dad joke of “Hi hungry,” has been getting groans for months. Groans… From a 3 year old!
Edith on the other hand, will stand in the kitchen pulling on my pants, screaming until food is ready. After a day of running around, cleaning the house and watching the girls it’s pretty much everything I don’t want to happen at that moment.
Which makes cooking dinner exactly the most tiring part of most days.