March 17, 2005

Girls and Boys Together

I am off to Nashville, but I have to tell you this JUST REALLY FAST:

Beautiful Maisy who is only two goes to a playschool two mornings a week. Yesterday, she was walking down the hall with her little friend Alex. I love Alex. He is the sweetest boy. Just sweet straight through. He is even tempered and smart with an engaging smattering of freckles. There is an odd DELIBERATENESS to Alex. He thinks things all the way through before deciding on a course of action, and he is doing this AT THREE.

I like his FOLKS, too. His dad is my lawyer, and his mom is an an astronomer---both biiiiiiiiiiiiig smarties. (His dad won 50,000 dollars and change on Jeopardy.) So Alex has great genes, and Maisy ADORES him. She will come home from playschool and say, "Ayex is my favowite fend!" If this was 1,000 years ago, Scott and I would be sending Alex's parents unblemished goats and fruit baskets and trying to work out the marriage contract.

SO anyway, Alex and Maisy were walking down the hall toward the playroom together, and Maisy was carrying her little frog backpack.

Maisy: This backpack is too heavy fow me!
Scott: Hand it here, princess.
Maisy: No, fank you.
Alex: I can carry it!

Maisy passed the backpack over, and marched on. She tossed her dad a little COY look over her shoulder.

Maisy: Ayex is MIGHTY!
Alex: *chest swells, stride lengthens, commences VISIBLE PREENING activity*

I do NOT know where she gets it. Does anyone know ANYTHING about the care and feeding of belles? Because I think I may have birthed one...

Posted by joshilyn at March 17, 2005 5:37 AM
Comments

Oooooooh, baby, are you in trouble. Please tell me this incident is not why you were looking for the lyrics to 'Come on, Eileen" because that would be upsetting. I would congratulate you on snaring the esteemed Alex for your daughter, except if she really is a belle he will only be one of many hearts she breaks...maybe Jack will work for her, after all?

Posted by: Amy at March 17, 2005 9:53 AM

Hee hee hee. You are in so much trouble when she hits the teen years.

Posted by: Jensgalore at March 17, 2005 1:56 PM

Oh man, this is just one step to the dreaded teenage years. Why must it start so soon. My daughter is also two and I remember my first words when we saw the ultra-sound. "Teenage daughter."

Posted by: Brooks at March 18, 2005 1:16 AM

Hells Belles. I was raised by a belle. Anything you need to know...ask me. Maisy may be showing the first signs of "Belle"-ness. Hard to tell. If she begins to rise late (using the word, rise)or if she begins to instruct others to "fetch" things for her, then I'd be concerned.

Also, watch for words like "perspire" begin to creep into her vocabulary. Whispering words like "menangitis" or "loose" are sure symptoms. OH, the playing of music no one can hear. Hot baths at three. Powdering. I don't see Maisy affected.

With that said, a belle would never carry her own book bag. She's got that one down. Only Dora the Explorer has to do such things. Dora is no belle! A belle would also never be seen with a monkey in Ugg boots.

Posted by: Waylon at March 18, 2005 9:08 AM

No, no, no! Beautiful Maisy is going to marry one of MY sons! I'm thinking Raphi, because she has the moxie to HANDLE him and he NEEDS TO BE KEPT IN LINE. Although Tre would be smitten and follow her devotedly. I don't think Max will marry until his late 30s - early 40s, and I understand that Maisy won't want to wait that long.
BUT! there will be NO ALEX. He only serves as a plaything upon which she will cut her belle teeth.

Posted by: Kira at March 18, 2005 11:14 AM