We found lobsters at the farmer’s market today for cheap, cheap, cheap. So of course my lobster-loving husband had to buy some. We were curious about what Bella’s reaction would be when we got them home. Would she be all lovey-dovey like she was last year? Or would she run screaming. I rather thought it would be the former given the way she always runs for the lobster tank at the grocery store and greets them with a happy, “Hi lobster!”
Sure enough, when Dom pulled the lobster out of the bag she gave it a very enthusiastic rendition of the traditional greeting. She had no qualms about touching it, though we didn’t let her play with them as much as we did last year.
The next question was how she’d react after they were cooked. She was a bit disappointed that they wouldn’t move anymore; but not upset, just took it in stride when Dom said that they’d been cooked and couldn’t move. She then proceeded to eat almost an entire lobster all by herself. She kept poor Dom so busy that at first he could hardly eat a bite. The funny thing was between bites she’d still lean over and talk to the lobster. She wanted to touch it. And she declared, “I love you, lobster.” Not like she loves ice cream but rather more like she loves Pooh or a dog. And then, “The lobster loves me!” Dom an I couldn’t stifle our giggles. I’m sure it does, dear. So no Charlotte’s Web sorts of moments yet. She’s in love with lobsters both as pets and as food and doesn’t see any contradiction there.
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Speaking of loving creepy six-legged creatures… When she got up from her nap this afternoon and I was helping her clean up after an accident, Bella suddenly declared that she loved ants and spiders and all the beautiful creatures. I have no idea where that came from. I asked Dom if he’d been talking about loving creepy-crawlies and he was as mystified as I was. Maybe my sister?
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Bella playing outside before dinner suddenly put a hand on the small of her back, “My back hurts,” she declared.
Yes, I’ve had a very hard day today, woke up with major lower back pain and have been limping along and trying not to pick up Sophie. So very funny to be able to laugh when I see Bella imitating me.
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I know I’ve said it before, but it struck me again this week how much Bella is a bookworm and how happy that makes me. I often find her sitting with a book on the couch, on her bed, in the beanbag chair, on the floor, on the toilet. She calmly turns the pages, lost in the world of the book, or she “reads” it out loud, having memorized most of the text. More and more now she “reads” to Sophie (who is also turning into a little bookworm and can often be found paging through books on her own). Some days she reads to Pooh or other of her imaginary friends.
Reading is one thing I’ve never pushed on either of the girls. It always happens at their suggestion, never mine. I have worked hard to create a house friendly to young readers with bookshelves at their height and easily accessible boxes and baskets of books not only in their bedroom but also in the family room. We have lots and lots and lots of books and Bella and Sophie see Dom and I reading for fun. Heck, I’m a bookworm I’m hardly ever not reading. I do try to put down what I’m doing and read to Bella when she asks, and now Sophie too. I’m not always very good at disengaging from a task and of course sometimes I have to set boundaries (can’t read while i’m cooking or in the midst of a chore, I don’t read until a meal is over) but I’m working on making it a priority to respond promptly to their requests for my attention, especially if its asking me to read to them.
Anyway, that turned into a tangent more about parenting than Bella but there you have it.