no rhyme nor rhythm
Posted May 3, 2012on:
for about 2 weeks in April, May went to bed with a white lamb. Then she came back from Hawaii, had a drop of blood from her nosebleed on that lamb, declared it unfit for company therein. After I washed it of all stains, she let the lamb rejoin her growing zoo in bed, consisting of (in addition to the lamb): a brown bear, a blue bear, a brown/white rabbit, a pink Easter bunny, a pink smaller bunny, Clifford the dog, pink pony, Valentine dog…
For nearly a week, she favored a green beanie bear, taking it upstairs with her upon waking, and back downstairs with her to bed. At some point the Easter Bunny lost its membership. One morning I woke up and saw May sitting in deep contemplation with a pile of polyester stuffing in her hand. I asked her, where did that come from? It’s from the smallest bunny. Could you please put that back? No mommy, I am making cotton candy to feed to the other animals. So smallest bunny was of commission since.
This week she decided that everyone remaining must travel together, in a pack. So everyone went upstairs and downstairs together. I had to give her a tote bag to make things easier for her. Just when I thought this travelling zoo is an emerging pattern, tonight May said everything can just stay upstairs, only brown bunny and Clifford go to bed with her (the same 2 animals have been going with her to Di` Thien’s room for 2 days in a row). Nothing in this kid is constant, save for her sweet personality and sunny disposition.