Sometimes, late at night, I'll be attempting to tidy up our day's disasters around the house and I'll admit, I'll maybe be feeling a bit tired of doing the same old clean-up as the day before (and never a long-lasting, satisfying clean). But sometimes, in the middle of all my puttering and muttering, I am stopped by a scene that just makes me smile. It is a little window in Anika's thoughts--the animated world where plastic forks, toothpicks, dollies--anything, really, becomes alive and interacts with the world. Her scenes have been found just about everywhere...windowsills, behind sofas, on the picnic table,
In the bathtub: This circle of buddies have been hangin' out in our tub for weeks now. Sometimes the monkey can be spotted with a white washcloth draped over it's head and displayed behind. Monkey bride.
On my nightstand: Anika discovered an old Ikea lantern in the playroom, removed the dusty candle and replaced it with her bird finger puppet. It's resting atop a pile of mancala beads--the birds food, in case you didn't know. His home is made complete with an undie covering.
In her bed: I tucked Anika in her bed one night snug on her pillows, the day's clothes (including her pink poncho) strewn across her floor. I came in the next morning to Rose in the prime resting spot, wrapped in that sweet poncho. (Anika is perpendicular and at the foot her bed, where the blankets are bunched on the left.) Oh, to hear what transpired between her and Rose!:)...and those things I do not clean up, but leave for another day of imagining, another day of mess-making...another day to be thankful and do both great and small tasks with joy.
