I know, I know, it's been a while. Not much has happened, really. Pita is on medication and is still hanging on. I'm still temping. And Veronica is loving daycare, learning things every day and speaking more and more, each word a little clearer from day to day.
One thing I need to note, though, and that's Veronica's latest obsession:
Monsters.
She loves monsters, and the bad guys in her cartoons (Neptune and Dennis in the SpongeBob movie, and especially Mojo Jojo from The PowerPuff Girls, her current favorite.) When given a choice of some plush figures from Shrek, she turned down Puss in Boots and Donkey in favor of Shrek himself. She plays with some of Jason's old action figures, mostly a collection of medieval dwarves and a McFarlane figure of Odin. She loves watching Teen Titans.
Now, she does have toys and likes that are a bit more "typical" - she has stuffed animals, her favorites being bears, kitty cats and puppy dogs, and she loves her Fisher Price Little People. But the Little People often play with Gimli, and she seems bummed that Odin won't fit in their house. It's really funny. It's really cute.
And unfortunately, it drives me nuts.
It's stupid, really. So she likes toy cars and monsters and such, things traditionally thought of as boys' toys, boys' cartoons. I always thought I'd be a cool mom and eschew such labeling, letting her like whatever she likes. And I do, for the most part. But part of me also tries to show her Barbie dolls and Strawberry Shortcake figures when we go to a toy department, and I get disappointed when she ignores them all. I hope I don't show it, but I know I probably do. And I know better, I really do. I guess the stereotypes of what's normal are pretty ingrained in me. I always thought I'd ignore them, but it turns out I'm fighting them instead. It's just an odd feeling, really.
So right now she's watching The PowerPuff Girls movie for the umpteenth time, playing with her Creatrix monsters and her little people, occasionally noshing on a chicken nugget. She's fighting a cold and a bout of pinkeye, but overall she's healthy and happy, filthy from lots of fun on the playground. And if Mojo Jojo and strange creatures keep her smiling, then so be it. I have to get over my hangups, and not give any to her.
One thing I need to note, though, and that's Veronica's latest obsession:
Monsters.
She loves monsters, and the bad guys in her cartoons (Neptune and Dennis in the SpongeBob movie, and especially Mojo Jojo from The PowerPuff Girls, her current favorite.) When given a choice of some plush figures from Shrek, she turned down Puss in Boots and Donkey in favor of Shrek himself. She plays with some of Jason's old action figures, mostly a collection of medieval dwarves and a McFarlane figure of Odin. She loves watching Teen Titans.
Now, she does have toys and likes that are a bit more "typical" - she has stuffed animals, her favorites being bears, kitty cats and puppy dogs, and she loves her Fisher Price Little People. But the Little People often play with Gimli, and she seems bummed that Odin won't fit in their house. It's really funny. It's really cute.
And unfortunately, it drives me nuts.
It's stupid, really. So she likes toy cars and monsters and such, things traditionally thought of as boys' toys, boys' cartoons. I always thought I'd be a cool mom and eschew such labeling, letting her like whatever she likes. And I do, for the most part. But part of me also tries to show her Barbie dolls and Strawberry Shortcake figures when we go to a toy department, and I get disappointed when she ignores them all. I hope I don't show it, but I know I probably do. And I know better, I really do. I guess the stereotypes of what's normal are pretty ingrained in me. I always thought I'd ignore them, but it turns out I'm fighting them instead. It's just an odd feeling, really.
So right now she's watching The PowerPuff Girls movie for the umpteenth time, playing with her Creatrix monsters and her little people, occasionally noshing on a chicken nugget. She's fighting a cold and a bout of pinkeye, but overall she's healthy and happy, filthy from lots of fun on the playground. And if Mojo Jojo and strange creatures keep her smiling, then so be it. I have to get over my hangups, and not give any to her.
posted by Maranie @ 6:15 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:11 PM ,
Maranie said...
My husband, Jason, read this post and said "Oh, you just want her to like what YOU like!" And he's right, because I was the girliest girl ever when I was little. Barbie, Strawberry Shortcake, playing dress-up in a Pepto-Bismol colored bedroom. But he's the same way; he was the little boy who loved monsters. He pointed out that Veronica does love little dolls and stuffed toys, so I guess it's just a compromise of things we like, mixed in with things she herself likes that have nothing to do with us.
That being said, however, I always wished my folks would play catch with me. I have no athletic ability. Here's hoping your two at least give it a shot. :-)
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