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February 8, 2006 So Polite 
We were playing in the basement around Frances's mini table and chairs set, Erik and I, Frances, and Roxie the cat. Frances walked around the table and stepped on the end of Roxie's tail. "Ooops! Sorry, Roxie," she said. Then it was time for one of the Little People girls to go to bed. She set her down, tucked her in with a bib, patted her head and said, "Sweet dreams." And unrelated: this morning I was talking to Frances while putting her hair in a ponytail. "I have to put your hair up so it will be out of the way," I said. "Then you can play with abandon." "Play with a bandaid!" she said, reaching for her box of Dora bandaids. Woops. She's also decided that she likes the word "heavy." Everything is heavy these days. Big books, small books, coats, pants, empty cans of Diet Coke, small pieces of paper, blankets, pillows, toys--all are picked up, groaned over, and then pronounced "heavy." And she is now obsessed with diapering. I know some babies are already past this stage, but for Frances, the fun is just beginning. Yesterday her new Max doll was diapered fifty times in a row, the diaper as big as he is, so that just his head and the tips of his arms and legs poked out. Her Little People have also been diapered in stray bits of paper, and she has commandeered an old TV stand in the basement as a change table for diapering Baby Eloise and her Dorego doll (with imaginary diapers, no less). But the most fun, my very favourite, involves play-doh and post-it notes. First she puts the post-it note on her little table, and says, "It's time to change your diaper." Then a miscellaneous round blob of play-doh is placed carefully on top of the post-it note. "There!" she says, and walks away, completely satisfied. Posted by Andrea at February 8, 2006 7:31 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments I can imagine Frances and Josephine playing together! Josephine is into saying "Heavy!" too. I pick her up and groan, and she proudly says "I'M HEAVY!". She's also being very polite, although just with words, not attitude. When she wants to move something, or have something move, she will scream in her loudest and most frustrated voice "'SCUSE ME!" so that it hardly sounds polite any more. We should make that playdate again on one of your next free days - the two of them can have fun diapering things, being polite to each other and picking our moles. Posted by: Marla Good at February 8, 2006 8:46 AM
Absolutely! I'll email you. Posted by: Andrea at February 8, 2006 9:16 AM
She just puts it on the post-it? No crumpling to approximate the diaper? That's hilarious. Posted by: Jane Dark at February 8, 2006 9:30 AM
How cute!! I love the diapering. Posted by: ccw at February 8, 2006 9:33 AM
Jane--yep. She just puts the play-doh very carefully on the post-it note. No folding or crinkling. It is very, very funny. Posted by: Andrea at February 8, 2006 2:35 PM
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Change is God (Octavia Butler, Parable Series) "If the writer is a socially privileged person--particularly a White or a male or both--his imagination may have to make an intense and conscious effort to realize that people who don't share his privileged status may read his work and will not share with him many attitudes and opinions that he has been allowed to believe or pretend are shared by 'everybody.' Since the belief in a privileged view of reality is no longer tenable outside privileged circles, and often not even within them, fiction written from such an assumption will make sense only to a decreasing, and increasingly reactionary, audience. Many women writing today, however, still choose the male viewpoint, finding it easier to do so than to write from the knowledge that feminine experience of reality is flatly denied by many potential readers, including the majority of critics and professors of literature, and may rouse defensive hostility and contempt. The choice, then, would seem to be between collusion and subversion; but there's no use pretending that you can get away without making a choice. Not to choose, these days, is a choice made. All fiction has ethical, political and social weight, and sometimes the works that weigh the heaviest are those apparently fluffy or escapist fictions whose authors declare themselves 'above politics,' 'just entertainers,' and so on." Ursula le Guin Email Frances! frances AT athenadreaming DOT org You can email her mother too (that's me):
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