I had a nice long ranting post about holidays, excess, my thoughts on nutrition, etc. but I think that this close to such a happy day I will stick to a happy story, or a sad story depending on how you look at it....
When I was growing up, my Dad would use guilt personification to get me to do things that I did not want to do, and being the empathetic sucker that I am/was, I would fall into the trap perfectly. Here's how many a dinner conversation went:
Dad: Tanya, you didn't eat your peas/meat/milk, etc....
Tanya: I don't want them...
Dad: Uh oh, I hear something...yep, the peas are crying (begins making whimpering pea noises).
Tanya: Stop it, that is sad
Dad: They are crying because they don't want to be thrown away (more stressed and louder pea crying noises)
Tanya: Okay I will eat them.
Looking back, my favorite use of creative personification guilt came at Christmas time. I am pretty sure he just didn't like paying a lot for a Christmas tree...but it became a tradition to go to the tree lot, scour the lot for the 'sad tree that wouldn't be able to go home to a family because no one wants it'. We would look for the lonely tree, discarded on the side of the lot because it had some small bald place or stubby area. When we found it, the tree lot attendant would generally give it to us at a big discount. By the time the tree was up and decorated it was always beautiful (bald place toward the back), and I always felt like we had done a nice thing for a sad tree.
I like picking out live trees now, but I hope one year we'll take Lane to pick out the sad tree.....though she'll probably frown at it, tell me she doesn't care if it's sad, and want the perfect one.....you can't win them all.
When I was growing up, my Dad would use guilt personification to get me to do things that I did not want to do, and being the empathetic sucker that I am/was, I would fall into the trap perfectly. Here's how many a dinner conversation went:
Dad: Tanya, you didn't eat your peas/meat/milk, etc....
Tanya: I don't want them...
Dad: Uh oh, I hear something...yep, the peas are crying (begins making whimpering pea noises).
Tanya: Stop it, that is sad
Dad: They are crying because they don't want to be thrown away (more stressed and louder pea crying noises)
Tanya: Okay I will eat them.
Looking back, my favorite use of creative personification guilt came at Christmas time. I am pretty sure he just didn't like paying a lot for a Christmas tree...but it became a tradition to go to the tree lot, scour the lot for the 'sad tree that wouldn't be able to go home to a family because no one wants it'. We would look for the lonely tree, discarded on the side of the lot because it had some small bald place or stubby area. When we found it, the tree lot attendant would generally give it to us at a big discount. By the time the tree was up and decorated it was always beautiful (bald place toward the back), and I always felt like we had done a nice thing for a sad tree.
I like picking out live trees now, but I hope one year we'll take Lane to pick out the sad tree.....though she'll probably frown at it, tell me she doesn't care if it's sad, and want the perfect one.....you can't win them all.
Gotta love some walking time at Ft Pulaski!
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| This is what she does when I am in line at the grocery store, etc....she flirts.. oh, and don't mind the dog rectum to my left..way to go Daddy. |
And here's to doing weekly pics with an almost seven month old! Thought you'd appreciate the progression!
the drool is classic. Merry Christmas! :)
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