Hopefully a more up-to-date account of Angie's busy life

Monday, April 24, 2006

How appropriate

After Gymboree tonight, we went to Target to buy some storage shelves for her room. (For those of you who have seen Angie's room, yes we have a plan for where to put them. Of course, Chas and I don't necessarily agree on the finer points of the plan, but I digress.)

The two remaining boxes of shelves were damaged so Chas went to Customer Service for a Rain Check, while Angie and I strolled around the store. In the "big girl" section (i.e. 4-12), there is small device with a button in the center--press the button to learn your personal style. You press a button, the lights roll in sequence and settle on a particular style. Has to be similar to the accuracy of the Magic 8 Ball.

Angie pressed the button and the first style to light up indicated: "You're and original." Yup.

Being three nearly four, she pushed the button again. This time, the style predictor stated, "You're a diva." Hmm. Clearly it read my post yesterday. Or maybe there was still boa residue on her hands.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Little Diva

Angie is very fond of the Backyardigans. For those not connected to a three year old, the Backyardigans are a group of friends who enjoy many adventures in their connected backyards. The show combines Angie's two favorite things: Music and imagination. Each episode uses a different style of music. We've heard rock, bossa nova, reggae, swing, broadway etc. Chas and both really like the show too.

We bought the Backyardigans cd for her because she likes the music so much (and we can only listen to just so much Laurie Berkner or Greg and Steve over and over again). Proving that she is my daughter, Angie really loves the disco songs. She always finds me and says, "Mommy it's the questing, questing song. Must dance! Come on!"

Today I put the cd in for her and she found me and pulled me into her room to dance. She stopped, said, "I need to get something." and ran off, leaving me to do the hustle alone. She returned wearing the white boa her Grandma Mary gave her at Passover this year, and the heart-shaped sunglasses Grandma Pat gave her for Easter last year. She then proceeded to bop and twirl like a pro.

She looked every inch the Disco Diva and oh so proud.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Anxious

After dinner tonight, we took a nice long walk. Angie rode in her wagon with Mommy Dolly and Angie Dolly. We stopped for ice cream at the seasonal shop (thank goodness it was open).

As we headed home, we took the long way and the light quickly faded. Chas and I joked about darkness "falling"--Boom.

Angie was not amused. She kept saying "We have to get home before we get lost in the dark." We tried to reassure her that we knew the way home, but she wasn't buying it.

She isn't afraid of the dark. She really isn't afraid of much, but she did not like walking outside at night with no sense of how near or far home was. Of course, there aren't many of us who like to feel so adrift in the world.

Correction

Chas had some bloggy stuff to do earlier today so Angie and I were on our own.

She was in her room peacefully listening to music and playing. I checked on her and found she had pulled a bunch of toys out and spread them everywhere. I said, "Wow, Angie, you are really messy."

Without missing a beat, she replied, "No Mommy. I'm sloppy."