Thirty-Five Months

January 22nd, 2011 by Editor B

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Dear Persephone,

Oops. You made thirty-five months yesterday, but I didn’t realize it until I was lying down in bed last night. So this letter is one day late.

As I’m trying to type this, you are sitting on the couch behind me. You’ve got a book you want me to read to you. I’ve explained that I’m writing you a letter, and you wanted to see it, but when I explained it was just words you decided to wait. You’re waiting for me to finish the letter now so I can read you the book.

I’ll admit I’m not thrilled at the prospect. I love to read to you, as a rule, but the book in question is the Disney Princess Music Player Storybook. You love this thing — I hesitate to dignify it with the term “book” — and I hate it. But then, of course, you love everything at this age. We keep getting books and products like this, foisted upon us by well-meaning friends and relatives. I don’t think we would have ever given you a single Disney Princess product if left to our own devices. I don’t want to attempt to catalog my criticisms of the whole phenomenon right now. Suffice it to say that it’s just not our thing. What I don’t like about this particular item? I’m generally opposed to toys that make noise and require batteries, and you certainly have plenty of those; I don’t like the idea of a book that plays music, and I don’t like the music this book plays; and the stories themselves are insufferably cloying. Yes, I realize this makes me sound like a cranky old grouch. I think I will get rid of this one when you’re not looking. You have so much stuff and you’re young enough that I don’t think you’ll ever notice it’s gone. It’s something of a futile gesture against the marketing juggernaut that is Disney.

(As it turns out we never had our story-time session this morning. Your mother came in and asked me to make breakfast, and you helped me beat the eggs (from the community garden) and so forth, and meanwhile the book mysteriously vanished, and now you’re out on a play-date as I finish this letter.)

So, what has happened since last I wrote to you? I guess the biggest news is that we made a trip to Indiana and back. You had your first chance to play in real snow and experience what I still consider to be a “real” winter. We did a thirteen hour drive both ways with hardly any breaks; I was anxious about how you’d fare but actually you didn’t fuss much at all. And you certainly enjoyed visiting your cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles. While we were there, we also celebrated your 25,000th hour of life, which fell on your mother’s birthday. But I was hard-pressed to explain that concept in terms you could grasp.

Earlier this week, just as we were sitting down to dinner, I was trying to explain the concept of MLK Day, and you exclaimed, unprompted, “People was equal!” I was doubly amazed: first, that you had any grasp of the concept; and second, that you’d actually learned something at daycare. We didn’t do anything to commemorate MLK Day; it fell on my birthday this year so we celebrated that instead. I hope next year we can do something more meaningful.

I took you to the park on my birthday. The museum and the sculpture garden and the botanical garden were all closed for MLK, but we had so much fun running around the Peristyle, the playground and the Popp bandstand. Your latest thing is taking pictures with your “camera,” which you conjure into existence by looking through a viewfinder formed by your two hands and, when the moment is right, making a click noise. I guess you learned that from me.

4 Responses to “Thirty-Five Months”

  1. Eric Says:

    I remember painfully reading Disney “books” to my stepson. They were shortened novelizations of movies. What pained me most is that the writing was REALLY bad. They, too, came from relatives.

  2. rickngentilly Says:

    let her take it all in and give her the skills to filter it.

    as a young boy some of my favorite kiddie records i spun on my tiny turn table were disney’s jungle book and winnie the pooh , as well as the post cereal’s linus the lion hearted.

    i was allways curious as a young adult why i had such a jones for louis prima.

    i later realized that louis was king louis in jungle book and also had a scat version of winnie the pooh on the other record.

    also the comic stylings of carl reiner , johnathen winters , sheldon leonard (harry the horse from the brando sinatra flick guys and dolls) , jerry stiller and ann meara allways made me smile as a young adult.

    it turns out they were all voice actors on the post cereal albulm.

    sub consciouus touchstones are a trip and bring some things full circle.

  3. candice Says:

    You could probably get her a camera at this point, perhaps for her third birthday?

    I have a few of the pictures I took as a small child and looking back at them is cool. I know at least one of them was from when I was three, because that picture is of my mom, very pregnant with little sister.

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