Houston, we have a five year old...
Needless to say she's pretty much a grown up, ready for her youtube premier, soon to be instagram influencer and whatever else "the kids" these days are into (from my experience, taking photos of themselves with funny filters then drawing all over them and sending them at random to anyone on their friends list.)
Fame, here we come!
This is her premier guest spot:
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😃®℗
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I know, right? David Foster Wallace, you step aside with James Joyce over here, because ... well. I predict literary dominance in a year or two with prose like this.
But she's well rounded, our little bunny.
Also got a little high concept art going on
A little Indie music
And a ton of sparkly dresses to be discovered...
And some time this afternoon, we unveil the piece de resistance: her very own Kindle Fire. I've been saying she needs one for a while now (because mommy wants her phone back!!!). But we're going to embark on a 7 hour road trip in a couple of weeks and... yeah. we all need her to have one.
Her favorite apps are reading apps, drawing apps, and messaging apps and I'm kind of down with all of those. And we do keep her locked up in this ivory tower to keep back the covid dragons.
A five year old. Dang!
Andrew and I took a pretty leisurely courtship in part to have kind of lived and established ourselves before going down the parenting road. Hitting five though means that from hereon out, we've known each other as parents for an ever increasing majority of the time we've known each other. And that - in some way - Allan/Chaya/The Fonz (she always had thumbs up in the ultrasounds) - has been in our lives more than she's not been.
Mind.
Blown.
pretty much... This morning at abotu 3 a.m. she started calling for me to ask if I'd heard the same noise. Apparently grey snake had come into her room and started hissing at her. She didn't seem super concerned about it. Just wanted to know how loud they'd been. I suggested they were wishing her happy birthday and helped tuck her back in under her sheets... yeah literally under. She burrows under a fitted sheet to sleep. I got her another fitted sheet so she wasn't stsuck against the gnarly mattress
5 years a "parent"... After how many years as an "adult". Not that many.
I feel like there were a couple of years there where I was a legitimately functioning adult. Together enough emotionally to make reasoned and mature decisions. Financially independent. Free from whatever sorts of things hinder a young adult. Ready to take on the world and all that nonsense and... then well.
Nothing lasts forever!
We hold it together... mostly... most of the time.
The house is... not on fire at the moment. And sometimes she even "helps" vacuum these days. This involves kind of holding on the hose while laughing hysterically and then telling me to clean. It's motivational. Definitely.
Awwwww pure squeeeeeee!
Those first couple of years were beautiful and amazing and wild and...
... I don't miss them. I wouldn't mind enough time travel a brief snug with baby Chaya, but then I wanna come back to my happy marriage in my nice house where I get to sleep most nights in my nice bed with my strange by very verbal and infinitely creative kiddo.
I wanna transcribe stories about Goldie the Bunny as meta text into "Allan's" Curious George book (much to Dadda Bunny's chagrin).
I mean I wouldn't mind a time where Allan Bunny is safely in a schooling environment. Sometimes on a bigger scale, I miss Mt Vernon in those last few months. It's been only a year and we've just settled our second move, but that community had gel. I remember this time last year having our very last hoorah. That big going away/happy birthday party. I remember Allan getting an extra special birthday celebration that year. It takes a village, but sometimes the village has the plague and needs to maintain a special distance.
But as always Allan Sister Bunny's resiliance astonishes me. The depth and complexity of her stories would do put MFA students to shame. The way she interacts with her elaborate cadre of dream siblings and animals and magical creatures. It's familiar. It's even bigger though in the absence of all the social stuff. The way she interacts with every story. Affixes story to ever artifact. The way she draws with pure fire.
It was Animal Adventure theme in her school this week. They made play snow (yeah, I'm allergic, sigh, but I'm sure we'll get it out of her hair and every crevice of the couch in roughly ten years) and hid animals to do a treasure hunt. She fell in love with two penguin figurines and spent the rest of the session telling stories about mamma and baby penguin to her teacher. The next session we (technically I'm off the hook but... yeah) made an owl from paper plates and that was a bit more of an "artistic" experience replete with tantrums that her tissue paper was the wrong color and the feathers weren't gluing right. But once we got past that she had a lovely time talking with teh teacher.
Today...
Today...
Well, we'll have to see how the Zoom birthday call goes. There could be tears and screaming but also all kinds of happy happy! Just like life should be. The full range.
Happy Five, Allan. And Chaya. And Chaya's twin Zoey. And Kiddo Bunny, whose birthday was yesterday. And Baby Bunny, whose birthday was the day before that... And Ellie and Miu Miu the mystery twin sisters...
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