I print out pages of Carnivale to see how they look and if I don’t need them, I throw them in the scrap paper box. My daughter Natasha uses this paper to draw on. She doesn’t always use the blank side.

I print out pages of Carnivale to see how they look and if I don’t need them, I throw them in the scrap paper box. My daughter Natasha uses this paper to draw on. She doesn’t always use the blank side.

Natasha has been focused on riding her bike for the past two weeks (she actually rode all the way to school this morning and all the way back this afternoon). I finally remembered to take some pictures.


And here’s video proof. Look at how fast she’s going.
And here, she shows her well-developed cat skills…
Natasha’s been into counting recently.

And she learned a little rhyme:
Natasha often likes to watch Fred Astaire performing “Putting on the Ritz” and expressed an interest in getting tap shoes. Serendipitously, the other night a neighbor gave us two bags of her daughter’s old clothes and included in them was a pair of tap shoes that were exactly Natasha’s size. The result is above. Excuse my sniffling during the performance.

Christmas Eve at Grandmother and Grandfather’s house, Natasha watches mom open a present.

Paul reads a new book.

The grandmothers look on.

Grandfather Brian open his yearly bathrobe.

Christmas morning, Natasha opens the presents in her stocking.

Very carefully opens her presents…

Grandmother and grandfather look on.

And so does grandmananna and Paul.


Socks!

“Got you, Paul!”
So I mentioned before that Natasha likes to play with Castle Greyskull in our loft. Here’s some photographic proof.



As far as I could tell, the basic plotline for her play was that Trapjaw was looking around the castle for his belt.
Inspired by my wife’s blog Tosh Talk, here’s my own story about Natasha.

We watched The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill the other night and one of the parrots, Connor (above), gets taken by a hawk. We don’t see it. But there’s a still photograph of a hawk with Connor in its talons.
When I picked Natasha up from preschool today, she and the other kids were running around the back grass area, pretending to fly. Some kids were airplanes, but I saw Natasha flapping her arms.
“Are you a bird?”
“Yeah! A hawk!” Then she made a grabbing motion with her hands. “I take Connor.” Then she made a wringing motion, “Squish him.” Then she opened her hands. “And throw him to the ground!”
I’m glad we watch documentaries at home instead of those violent, violent Hollywood movies…

It seems to be genetic. Natasha chose to dress up as a character no-one would recognize for Halloween. Seeing people standing at their doors, candy in hand, with perplexed looks on their faces brought it all back. “What are you supposed to be?”
She’s damn cute, though.


That hat took a long time to make.
This is who she was trying to be: Pazu from Miyazaki’s Laputa, Castle in the Sky (though all she’s seen of the movie is this video).
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