Long time. No write. Very busy. We went on a fabulous adventure with Grandma and Pappy and Uncle Boom and Indu to Vancouver and then Alaska on a cruiseship. A wild, weird, wonderful ride that included glaciers, whales, snow-capped mountains, and late night karaoke of "Bohemian Rhapsody." Memorable, indeed. Tons of photos on my flickr page for the trip. And hopefully at some point I'll do some highlighting here...but right now I'm in nonstop preparation mode as class starts at my new university in a week and I have three courses to teach!
But just to satisfy your Arden craving, here's what today looked like in our house. Arden spent about an hour putting on a show that had Owen and I in stitches. She stood on her bed on her pillow (which was "the stage") and performed for an audience made up of Fozzie Bear, Gonzo, and the Armadillo-who-wears-a-dress (aka Armadollo, because it's a doll). She'd make up a song, and we'd make her friends dance along, and then she'd say "stop, guys. Another song is coming on..." and then she'd start with a new one. Once she found the chorus of her song she'd exclaim "C'mon guys!" and we'd all sing along and she'd stomp her foot in rhythm or just dance away. We must have heard twenty or more songs, which included such soon-to-be-classics as:
"I was a baby! I was a baby!"
"I am a big girl! I am a big girl!"
"I can sing...nose! Beep beep!"
"I can see...purple! I can see...red! And I can see...blue!"
"My friend has hair! But not a chin!"
She also shared a few old standards like Rubber Duckie (with multiple verses...who knew she knew all that?!), five little monkeys jumping on the bed, head shoulders knees and toes...
At one point she sang a song for each friend ("Fozzie! Bear! Fozzie Bear!") and then would say "C'mon Fozzie! Come up on stage with me!"
Holy crap, it was absolutely KILLING us.
Hopefully we can share more updates soon. Things have been going nonstop. I have to be on campus at 8:45am for my first official day at work, and I have meetings all week long. When class starts next week it's going to feel so relaxed and laid back and I'm going to be so thankful to be an academic and not A Person Who Works A Regular Job. But I'm super excited and really feel like things are slowly but surely falling into place. Still don't have an office but I should be getting that this week, and I already have my fancy new computer and my "you can park anywhere you important person you" parking pass. I also have an ID card with the worst photo ever. Glad I'm not going to be flashing that one too often...
And two last nuggets before I sign off. Arden has, for the past year or so, considered our Swiffer sweeper to be "her" broom. Sometimes she'll get her broom and I'll get my broom and we'll sweep the floors together. Or, really, I'll sweep and she'll un-sweep, as her version of sweeping is finding the pile of schmutz and using her sweeper to spread it all around the floor until you can't see it anymore. Anyway, two weeks ago or so Arden suddenly announced that her broom is named "Bobby." I thought it was just a quirky one-time thing, but no, Bobby is now a staple in our home, a friend. And my broom, my boring plain ole yellow broom, is now "Mama Bobby." They have conversations:
"Mama Bobby! Can I sweep this, please?"
"Yes, Bobby, I would love for you to sweep this!"
"Thank you, Mama Bobby!"
Bobby is incredibly polite.
And today, Arden took the big cushion of our papasan chair and put it on the floor like a mat. Then she had Owen take the dome frame of the papasan chair and put it over her while she sat on the mat. She called it her "cage," and insisted that we give her pretend food while she sat in her cage. Over a few minutes of play she became Baby Cow, and we were Mama Cow and Daddy Cow.
"Mama Cow, can I have some strawberries in my cage, please?"
"Yes, Baby Cow. Here are some strawberries. I'll put them in your cage."
"Thank you, Mama Cow."
"You're welcome, Baby Cow!"
Baby Cow is also incredibly polite.
Baby Cow played in her cage on and off for probably a half hour twice today, and ate her weight in pretend strawberries and blueberries.
So. Improvised Musical Revues, Anthropomorphic brooms, and polite caged cattle. This is our life.