Navigating the hilly terrain of motherhood
This was the third play in a series of performances the girls did a couple of days ago. The first two were entitled, "The wizard of all" and "Pinocchio with the long nose."
I love the creative costuming, with Tess as the shark — wearing only undies and a silver scarf. She was pretty convincing, too, gnashing her teeth and chasing after surfer Grace (who had surfboards on her shirt and was standing on a paper surfboard). I just didn't know that surfers like to wear cowboy hats.
Yep, we need to get ourselves a goat. Or maybe two.
A few days ago, while Grace was otherwise engaged, Tess and I took her trike to the park per her request. She rode that thing around and around the playground, down the trails and back. It was as if we had brought a playmate with us — the trike even picked with paths we should take, and Tess sang happy little songs to it. Perhaps I need to start inviting real friends along to our playground outings — we don't want the poor child to think her trike is her only friend.
This was such a success that they moved on to Abiyoyo (by Pete Seeger). Once again, Tess was the monster called Abiyoyo, and Grace was the old man with the magic wand (although in the book, his wand is an old stick, not a frilly purple flower).
Next came Corduroy, about the stuffed bear in green overalls and the little girl who loves him.
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