My daughter V, has recently entered the twos. Though the twos come along with some increasing needs for independence, it is our experience that the twos also usher in some mega cuteness as V starts to engage in ever more creative play and expresses her creativity with an ever-growing vocabulary.
I find V’s pretend play to be endlessly amusing. She serves us up a side of car with a main dish of Mr. Potato Head’s hat in her play kitchen. She makes a choo-choo tunnel from two soap bottles. She uses a rolled up window screen as a lance for playing knights. She named one of her baby dolls after my husband. This weekend, she put on a veiled princess hat and my fake pearls because she wanted to marry. Then she requested that M and I also wear beaded necklaces for the occasion. When I inquired who she was going to marry, she said, “Um…(wheels turning)…Dada!” Then she gave him a kiss and said, “Marry Mama!” Apparently, we are all married now.
What truly cracks me up though is her obsession with bags.
She has a ton of bags, some handbags I’ve lent her for pretend play since I currently am saddled with the diaper bag, some gift bags from various holidays, some cloth shopping bags and kiddy backpacks. V just loves bags, and putting things in bags. This week, I tried to confiscate one of the torn gift bags from her play room. Not only did she recover the bag from the recycling pile, she strapped it to the back of her little scooter train, and loaded it with miscellany from around the house. When I detached the broken bag as she was having difficulty moving her train laden with loot, she found a carry-on bag I had pulled out for our trip home for the holidays, reattached it to her train, and filled it with loot.
Currently, one of her bags includes a kitchen towel, a handful of corn chips wrapped in a napkin, mardi gras beads, a stuffed elephant, two books, a cloth tool set, a wooden peg, a stacking ring, the faucet from her play kitchen, a pink ribbon she wears as a belt to dress up, her baby doll (M’s) pants, and a purple matchbox car in yet another, smaller bag.
This girl is prepared for everything.
I think the bag play originated around Halloween, when V first learned to carry a purple pumpkin bag to Trick-or-Treat. She still hauls a bag around the house asking for candy, and I promptly fill it with her toy food from her toy kitchen. The bag play has evolved though, and I feel it may be related to all the stories she’s read and watched about Santa and his bag of toys. Perhaps she is in training to be an elf. I know she is also packing and taking a train to Grammy’s house for the holidays. Or perhaps she just takes after her mother, who follows the motto “Be Prepared” when I pack the diaper bag. In any case, her journeys continue to amuse and I think Santa would be lucky to have such a thoughtful little elf join his sleigh packing crew!
Happy Holidays to you and yours and thanks for reading during my first year of blogging! Best wishes for the new year. We will be visiting family for the holidays, so posts may be intermittent, but keep checking!