Look out, supervillains. You've been warned...
The kids are also in the process of selecting sidekicks. Jeremy has had a number of stuffed animals in his bed, but few have survived his rigorous screening process. He names them himself - I'll see if I can remember some of them. There's Lennard the Sock Monkey (at first when asked his name he said something like "lennar", but he was 2, so we went with Lennard), but his stitching was just too tempting to pull on. Then there was "Pengy"(?) the vibrating Penguin, who no longer vibrates, or has a left hand. For a short time he had a small tree monkey (the long armed type with velcro hands) that he called Fred. Jeremy was curious about Fred's brains, oh, and he removed his right arm. When he breaks a toy it is sent to the top bunk along with the books that he has chewed or ripped, awaiting refurbishment.
The only two that have survived are a multicolored caterpillar which he immediately named Sally (we have no idea where he gets his names) and a large Lotso bear that smells like strawberries and doubles as a pillow and wall padding.
Chloe is much more affectionate with her stuffed sidekicks, often insisting that they go everywhere with her. Her first friend was a small tiger she called Kitty (pronounced Keee or Keekee). Unfortunately, tigers can't fly or swim when thrown from a glass-bottomed boat at Catalina. Sad day.
Now she's moved into her mothering phase with a Raggedy-Ann doll (pronunciation indiscernible) and a little girl doll called Dolly (pronounced "Dottee" or similar). She sleeps with them under her arms, combs their hair, puts lotion on them (sometimes literally), and "reads" books to them. It's freakin' adorable.
Just the other day she said the word "monkey" so I decided to show her Fred, still missing an arm on the top bunk. She got super excited and started saying, "Bunkey, bunkey, bunkey..." which is properly pronounced like a question (bunkeee?). We'll look right at her and say, "monkey" and she'll beam back "bunkey" as if she's correcting us. So it seems as though Fred is getting a second chance as Bunkey the One-armed Monkey. Venessa performed successful brain surgery and arm-reattachment last night.
The kids are also in the process of selecting sidekicks. Jeremy has had a number of stuffed animals in his bed, but few have survived his rigorous screening process. He names them himself - I'll see if I can remember some of them. There's Lennard the Sock Monkey (at first when asked his name he said something like "lennar", but he was 2, so we went with Lennard), but his stitching was just too tempting to pull on. Then there was "Pengy"(?) the vibrating Penguin, who no longer vibrates, or has a left hand. For a short time he had a small tree monkey (the long armed type with velcro hands) that he called Fred. Jeremy was curious about Fred's brains, oh, and he removed his right arm. When he breaks a toy it is sent to the top bunk along with the books that he has chewed or ripped, awaiting refurbishment.
The only two that have survived are a multicolored caterpillar which he immediately named Sally (we have no idea where he gets his names) and a large Lotso bear that smells like strawberries and doubles as a pillow and wall padding.
Chloe is much more affectionate with her stuffed sidekicks, often insisting that they go everywhere with her. Her first friend was a small tiger she called Kitty (pronounced Keee or Keekee). Unfortunately, tigers can't fly or swim when thrown from a glass-bottomed boat at Catalina. Sad day.
Now she's moved into her mothering phase with a Raggedy-Ann doll (pronunciation indiscernible) and a little girl doll called Dolly (pronounced "Dottee" or similar). She sleeps with them under her arms, combs their hair, puts lotion on them (sometimes literally), and "reads" books to them. It's freakin' adorable.
Just the other day she said the word "monkey" so I decided to show her Fred, still missing an arm on the top bunk. She got super excited and started saying, "Bunkey, bunkey, bunkey..." which is properly pronounced like a question (bunkeee?). We'll look right at her and say, "monkey" and she'll beam back "bunkey" as if she's correcting us. So it seems as though Fred is getting a second chance as Bunkey the One-armed Monkey. Venessa performed successful brain surgery and arm-reattachment last night.
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