Sophie's been into
Little House on the Prarie for a few months now. She's very much into role-playing, which is in part why she's been watching
Little House.
She easily takes on the bad attitudes of the tween characters on Disney Channel. We cut that off, and all that's left is Laura Ingalls. So she dug out some old smocked dresses, an apron, and I braid her hair. She goes around carrying a basket to gather eggs or vegetables. She sweeps, she has friends who die from consumption or "the fever", whatever that is. The neighbors must be intrigued by the girl who sometimes flits down the sidewalk wearing a bonnet and plucking weeds from their yard to place in her basket. When she does that, she wears a hat and her garden dress, which is an old dress of mine. It was lovingly made by my Aunt Helen when I was a flower girl in her daughter's wedding in 1978. It's got 5 tiers of yellow cotton trimmed in lace to the floor. I'll try to post a picture of it when I catch her. It's a sight, let me tell you! Anyway, I decided to jump at the chance to make some bread and work on math fractions, both of which were needed in our household. And the Ingalls just happen to do their own baking.
Sophie's been into Little House on the Prarie for a few months now. She's very much into role-playing, which is in part why she's been watching Little House. She easily takes on the bad attitudes of the tween characters on Disney Channel. We cut that off, and all that's left is Laura Ingalls. So she dug out some old smocked dresses, an apron, and I braid her hair. She goes around carrying a basket to gather eggs or vegetables. She sweeps, she has friends who die from consumption or "the fever", whatever that is. The neighbors must be intrigued by the girl who sometimes flits down the sidewalk wearing a bonnet and plucking weeds from their yard to place in her basket. When she does that, she wears a hat and her garden dress, which is an old dress of mine. It was lovingly made by my Aunt Helen when I was a flower girl in her daughter's wedding in 1978. It's got 5 tiers of yellow cotton trimmed in lace to the floor. I'll try to post a picture of it when I catch her. It's a sight, let me tell you! Anyway, I decided to jump at the chance to make some bread and work on math fractions, both of which were needed in our household. And the Ingalls just happen to do their own baking.
1 comment:
I bet she lookes so cute skipping down the block picking "flowers"! The bread sounds yummy! I love the smell of fresh bread. Makes me want to go make some on this cold winter day!
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