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Life Lessons from a Toddler

By Evelyn David

I’m blessed with the smartest, prettiest, sweetest granddaughter on earth (I add here a poo, poo to ward off any evil eyes, per the original Evelyn), as well as the invitation for any other Grandma to question my definitive statement.

But what I’ve also discovered is how much I’ve learned from this little bundle of energy.

1. Naps are for sissies (and Grandmas). This child objects to sleeping. Doesn’t need it, doesn’t want it. Perfectly willing to entertain herself for 20 minutes in her crib, looking at books, but after that, there’s a world to explore and time’s a wastin. She’s right about the world. I’ve been seeing it through her eyes and it is wondrous. (She’s wrong about the sleeping thing, but that may be my old body talking).

2. With ketchup, anything is edible. She refers to it as “dip.” With “dip,” she’s willing to taste anything. It’s not a bad approach to life. I believe Mary Poppins might have sung, “a spoonful of ketchup makes anything go down.”

3. “Den, pease.” Quick Grandma translation. “You’ve read this book to me 1,000 times, but again please.” Now I absolutely agree with this philosophy. I have books that I adore, that I can reread knowing full well whodunnit, or who ends up with whom, or that the happy ending is sappy. I love them, they give me comfort, and “den, pease,” is right up my alley.

4. Winnie the Pooh beats Big Bird and Princesses can be firefighters. I confess that I’ve got a thing for Winnie the Pooh, especially the 1977 movie with Sterling Holloway as the voice of the bear. I’ve been singing the songs to my granddaughter and she loves them (“Deep in the 100 Acre Woods,” “The Wonderful Thing about Tiggers,” sigh). Big Bird bores her. Me too.

I am also glad to see that we’ve got a little feminist on our hands. The Disney princess figurines routinely drive her toy firetruck, fighting fires and rescuing cats with the best of them. Girl Power!

5. Don’t ask a question you don’t want to hear the answer to. This piece of wisdom had been in full force when my own kids were young, but I recently had cause to remember it. This little independent spirit has a very polite, but equally definite “no,” in her repertoire and is given in response to many questions. Grandma: “Do you want to take a nap?” Quiet, definitive, “no.”

The other day I gave her a bath. She was running around in her diaper and I was trying to get her into jammies. “Do you want to put on your snowman pajamas?” I asked sweetly, if tiredly. “No,” came the equally sweet, definite response. Then it hit me. I swooped her up and declared, “That wasn’t a question, honey.” Pajamas on, she handed me “Night, Night Little Pookie,” by Sandra Boynton, one of her favorites, mine too. I read it and she smiled, cuddled, and said, “Den, pease.” No problem. The other lesson learned: Grandma is a pushover.

Marian, aka the Northern half of Evelyn David, also known as “Nandma”

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Happy Birthday

I love birthdays. I may not want to tell you how many candles are on my cake, but I love the concept of celebrating another year of living. Comes from my childhood when my Mom, the original Evelyn, would let me invite every kid in my class for my party, with little paper cups filled with candies at each place setting. We played pin the tail on the donkey, opened the presents, ate the cake, and everyone went home fuller and happier.

But better than celebrating my own birthday, I love making merry for family and friends. I know that at times during my kids’ childhoods, I was tempted to work out a deal with the party guests: I meet you at the car with a cupcake and goody bag, you fork over the gift and we call it a day. But that was my occasional cynical side popping out of hiding.

The truth is I’m a sucker for kids’ birthday parties: the themes, the cake that complements the theme, the party activities, even the goody bag items. I remember baking a cake in the shape of a soccer ball for my goalie seven year old, then having the kids play a game of soccer in the local park. Treat items were all English football related. For another of my kids, I made a Pac-Man cake with little ghosts; and for a special two year old party, I created a Big Bird cake whose feathers were sliced up lemon Chuckles candies.

So after four kids and countless parties, I thought I knew the scoop on entertaining the under-8 set. If they had a little too much sugar, I was reassured by the knowledge that their parents would have to deal with them, because birthday parties were limited to 90 minutes – tops.

Little did I realize that there is now a whole industry devoted to kids birthday parties – and the amounts to be made at these shindigs is almost enough for me to give up this writing gig. A recent report from ABC News, described the over-the-top birthday party Tori Spelling gave for her son’s third birthday. Now given that Tori grew up in Spelling Manor, the largest home in Los Angeles County with 123 rooms, I am not surprised that the concept of “less is more” is not on Tori’s radar screen.

But apparently there are enough “normal” folks that are going bonkers and broke over their kids’ parties that there is now a new TLC reality show called, appropriately, “Outrageous Kids Parties.” One set of parents threw a fairytale party for their little six-year-old princess. Hey, I can imagine this. What I can’t conceive of is the 42 center pieces, 2000 flowers, 300 costumes, and a spa day for the six year old before the party. Budget for this extravaganza? $32,000.

I got married for less. What are these parents planning for the seventh birthday – skydiving for the class in Hawaii? Is there no sense of proportion? Any concept that such excess teaches every self-centered lesson in the book? That even if you have the money to afford such stupidity, you need to have the good sense not to spend it this way.

I don’t need to tell you, Stiletto Faithful, that this is foolish, almost immoral in terms of waste. We all want to create lovely memories for our kids – and even for ourselves. I still feel good about those special days in our kids lives. But we know that racing up and down a makeshift soccer field with ten friends, then blowing out the candles and sitting around with these same friends telling bathroom jokes as only a seven year old can enjoy – those are the memories that last and warm you even when there are ten times the number of candles on the cake.

Marian, the Northern Half of Evelyn David

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