Sometimes life imitates art. And sometimes art (specifically the make-believe acting my girls indulge in) imitates life.
Two examples:
Last weekend the girls went, for the first time, to a wedding. No idea why this was the first time, but it was. They were over the moon excited, especially since they got to see pretty Lee, a dear friend, all dressed in white. It was also a good warm up for this coming October when they will be flower girls in my brother's wedding (excited doesn't come close to how they feel about that!). To make it even better (and help make their play more accurate) they also attended the rehearsal where I think Hannah was making mental notes. This afternoon they put it into practice when Hannah married her new stuffed Giraffe with Abby playing the role of pastor and officiating. I must say, the wording was quite accurate and the main part they forgot was the little mini-sermon (what is that called?), most likely because that was the part they paid the least amount of attention to. I find it amusing that when they do the "Here's comes the Bride" song they have to be color accurate, so our bride was "all dressed in blue, with silver and some white" because Hannah's princess dress did not fit the traditional white wedding gown.
Another example from today's play was when the girls played "Let's take the car into the auto shop and I'll pick you up!" I didn't find this game funny. Especially when Abby was saying that the car was shaking and driving funny. One drove the broken car while the other one followed and pick up the stranded sister at the auto shop. Guess what we did on Thursday?
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4 comments:
I love it. So sweet. And the car thing is hilarious. Hope it wasn't anything serious in real life though. Anna has quite the imagination. But since Evan is so much older they don't play as much together like that. But I love listening to her imaginative play at home. Fun stories. Thanks for sharing!
Car trouble played a big role in my childhood memories, probably out of proportion to the actual seriousness of the breakdowns. And my brother was known to play nothing but gas station with the Matchbox cars at nursery school for several weeks after my mom ran out of gas on the train tracks, even though that situation turned out fine.
Imaginary play seems like a good way for the girls to process what may have been a little anxiety-producing.
But do they usually engage in imaginary play without requesting your participation? See my blog post from last week--I'm struggling with this one and would love to hear about your experience.
I did see last week's post and almost posted a comment, but got called away and distracted.
I'm not good at playing with the girls when it is imaginary play. I really try to get the girls to play with either each other or solo. I feel quite selfish about it -- I think I should be more willing to engage in it, but honestly, it drives me nuts. I'll watch countless "shows" and do other things, but not that.
The girls are also incredibly good at playing with each other. We've reached this golden stage where they spend hours together playing. Not sure if this will last (ahh, will Hannah get too cool for Abby?) but I'm enjoying it while it lasts. Part of me is already thinking that Baby #3 will most likely be a good 4 years younger then Abby and I'll not be so lucky again... But 2 1/2 works perfectly at our house.
I am so pleased that they play well together. And practicing for the wedding is great!!
Enjoy this time -- I miss it terribly.
Love, Grammie
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