The night Leah wore her produce outfit and screamed at bed time her mother called her "Wild Veggie" and sent her to bed without an extra feeding.
That very night in Leah's room, a garden grew and grew... until the ceiling hung with fruit trees and the walls became the world around it. And a sprinkler system river flowed by with a private float plane for Leah and she flew off through night and day until she came to where the wild veggies are.
And when she came to the place where the wild veggies are they spit their edible seeds and flapped their edible leaves and shook their edible roots and gleamed their edible skin til Leah said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with her magic trick of staring at their tasty skin without biting once and they were all frightened and called her the most wild veggie of all and made her the queen of the wild veggies.
"And now," screamed Leah, "let the wild rumpus start!"
"Now stop!" Leah said and sent the veggies off to bed without any water. And Leah the queen of all the wild veggies was lonely and wanted to be where she was loved best. So she flew back through a day and into the night of her own room where her bottle of milk was waiting for her.
Yesterday I picked up our veggie box from the CSA. We've had a lot of eggplant this summer but I'm pretty sure this is the most we've received at one time. I like eggplant and apparently Leah does too.
We are now on the hunt for some creative eggplant recipes since we've been pretty boring the past few months. Does anyone have something good to share?
Or, I could make them into eggplant-o-lanterns:
This morning we made our trip down to Town Lake too meet friends for our run & walk at 5:45. Somehow our daughter seemed to think this was a good idea too. Although she's been feeding at 6am most mornings, she woke up at 4:10 (before the alarm) today, and was ready to go in time for our scheduled departure.
I hadn't actually given myself enough preparation time this morning. If it hadn't been for Leah waking up 3o min early, we wouldn't have made it in time. I'm starting to think my daughter is already more intelligent than I am. Or maybe she learned some valuable time management skills while in the womb. Either way, I'm convinced she's a genius and will be bored with us by age 3.
While we were walking Trish and I were discussing the new Where the Wild Things Are movie. Hence the story above, a spoof just seemed like so much fun.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Posted by Mich at 11:25 AM