It’s nice to know you have an influence over your children’s likes and dislikes to a point, even beginning in utero. As I sat doing something on the computer, I set Miriam on the floor to play. I’d originally given her a little yellow giraffe to play with and thought she’d be content. She rolls, not yet crawls, to any place she’d like to get to. I don’t know where I’d placed this particular book, but it was somewhere on my floor in rolling distance and she’d found it. Pride and Prejudice, a favorite book and film of mine, had it’s introduction to her subconscious long before leaving the womb.
This particular book that she’s seen holding in this photograph, is a making-of-the-movie guide that came with the DVD collection. Look at how intently she stares at it. “There’s something familiar about this book, these characters, this film” she thinks as she stares at the handsome Mr. Darcy. I don’t’ know how many times over my life time that I’ve delved into the land of Miss Austen, but I do know it’s probably a shameful amount and a good deal of it probably happened while pregnant. Thus, how could either of my daughters have escaped a liking for the work. My boys, on the other hand, fear it, protest it, and flee when the mere words, “I’m going to watch Pride and Prejudice if you don’t go do your homework,” are uttered.
This is Elizabeth last Sunday afternoon, looking at me thinking, “hey, mom, why don’t you put that movie on that we all love so much?”
Now, for the Monster, monster, moster, Pinewood, wood, wood, wood, Derby, derby, derby, derby…
I didn’t actually attend the event but got to hear about it. It was of the opinion of some that some people’s dad’s helped their kids a bit more than they should have with their cars…eh-hem. Something to do with liquid graphite, weights, etc. Next year, oh ya!
Last year’s model on the left came for the photo shoot.