Dorian is quite the artist and sometimes draws for hours at a time. She also creates stories to go along with her work, so at least part of our blog will be dedicated to preserving her stories so that they can be enjoyed and remembered. This is the first of those stories, and it is the story of Louie. (Note: I think that the inspiration for his name came from the Gooey Louie game, although she swears that this is a different guy and there are more than one. She also refused to change his name to another rhyme, saying it was her creation and she had the right to keep it as is. I did not push this matter any further as she does have the right to artistic license. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or fictional is purely coincidental.)
“Gooey Louie is really, really grumpy. The one thing that makes him happy is food. He is a plate man, so he loves food. He loves food that is all of the colors that he is… every vegetable and every fruit. His cousin is Frank, and he bosses him around. He does not like Frank. He also does not like that he has no hands, but that’s how it is when you’re a plate.”
“Everybody gets stupid sometimes… every day.”
This quote was said to me in the kitchen as I was making lunch. Dorian ran into the room with a sense of urgency to tell me this fact, and just as quickly, she ran out of the room to play. It’s a wise statement, and one that we would be best to not beat ourselves up over.
It’s been a while since I have posted. April of last year to be exact. I could say that we got too busy (we have been and we have been on many adventures that were blog worthy), but honestly the blog never had to stop in the process. I have missed it and it has remained in the back of my mind.
Miss Dorian is now a proud little 5-year-old. The blog was previously done with her actions and her mom’s thoughts, but we are going to switch it up a bit. Dorian has become more of her own person, and therefore, she can now have her own quotes and feedback. I will elaborate on her actions as needed so that things make sense, but little Dorian now has much more of a say in the content that is produced here. Five-year-olds, after all, are funny little creatures, and she has plenty to say herself.
Sometimes, when it is just me and my Daddy in the car, we can be silly. Daddy will make funny faces at me, and I can play and dance and shout-sing and laugh, and we have such a good time. My Daddy sent Mama this picture to show her just how much fun we were having shout-singing and laughing together.
Sometimes though, all that shout-singing and laughing and dancing, with the buzz of the car and the noise of the road passing under our little car can make my eyes so, so heavy so, so fast that before I know it, we’re home and I don’t remember getting there. Oh Daddy, you’re so good at wearing me out with the highest level of fun that a little girl could ever have.
That’s me and my Daddy. He’s my “silly buddy.” I know that when I am feeling like giggling until I have to say “stoppppppp,” it’s my Daddy that I go to. Everyone goes to him to laugh because he is what Mom calls a “laugh expert.” He must have been practicing since he was small like me, because any time that any of us in the house is mad or sad, he can always turn everything around and make us all happy again.
My Mama says that everyone needs at least one person that is a silly buddy– someone to laugh with that makes you happy no matter how your day has gone. She says that this is because laughing every single day is one of the most important things that you can do and that it actually makes you feel better on the inside and the outside. I do feel all better when Daddy has made me laugh really, really hard, so it must be true.
I sure am happy that I have a silly buddy this early in my life, and I think I’m pretty lucky. As for the glasses, I think I may just be pretty fashionable, too.
See that? That’s my “funny face.” We all have them. Sometimes we put our funny faces on when we are alone and no one can see us. Sometimes we put on our funny face because we want others to laugh with us. Sometimes we want to world to see our funny face and laugh, because laughing is one of the best things that you can do every day. It just makes you feel good. I get that, and I have always known that since I saw Mama and Daddy laugh at me and smile at me when I was so little that I couldn’t even move around yet. Happiness is what we need to do every single day, and laughing is like happiness in action.
My Daddy taught me to do a funny face by him doing one in the car mirror. I saw him slip a couple of funny faces to me and I laughed, but then I realized that if I did what he was doing, Daddy and Mama and my big sister Addie would all laugh at me and then keep on making more and more funny faces. Laughing is, after all, contagious… but it is the best kind of contagious.
Now I can make my funny face whenever I want for someone, anyone, to laugh. I think that if I can share my funny face with the whole world, that I can make happy happen all around me. If we all just remembered to be silly just a little bit more, us small people and big people too, I think that the whole world would be more friendly. Don’t take yourself too seriously as much as you can, because we all need as many laughs as we can fit in every single day.
I Can Sit in King Kong’s Hand, and I Can See Many Giant Things Called “Dinosaurs”… Our Trip to Dinosaurland
A long, long time ago (Daddy says that it was just two weeks, but it seems like ages to me), we went on a trip to a place called “Dinosaurland.” We had to be in the car for a while, but it was okay because everyone played with me and kept me company, and I also got lots of “car snacks.” Daddy called it a National Lampoon’s style day trip, and I heard Mama humming a song she called “Holiday Road.” They said the only thing missing was the family truckster, whatever that is.
Mama says that this place has been around for over 50 years, way before she and Daddy were even born, back in the olden days when Nana and Granny and Grandpa and Grandaddy Moe were kids. She says that she went with her Mama and Daddy when she was a “big kid” like my brother and sisters and that she remembers loving it and thinking that it was magical. Mama says that it is something called “cheesy fun” and that “cheesy” things are sometimes the best things in life. I think I agree because everyone got to run around and be silly around the giant fake dinosaurs.
Daddy told me that the real dinosaurs are no longer on the Earth but that they used to be a long, long time ago. He said that their bones were found in the Earth after they had moved on and that this is how we know what they looked like, what they ate, and how they used to live. I wished that I could see the dinosaurs, but Daddy told me that in real life they were much bigger and that some of them would have chased after all of us because we would have been snacks for them… little bitty snacks. Maybe it would be a bad thing if they were still around. I don’t want to be a snack.
These dinosaurs weren’t real though, and they were all made of something called fiberglass. They were old, although not as old as the real ones, and some of the paint and even pieces of them had come off because they had been loved so much by so many people that came before us. Mama said that this is why it is so wonderful to get to go—to get to be a part of all of those people that have loved those dinosaurs as kids.
My favorite thing was getting to sit in King Kong’s hand. He is big and old too, and you can actually climb up there to have him hold you. Mama climbed up with me and we sat in his hand, and I got so excited to get to touch him that I squealed. Daddy said that I made a “cheese face” and that this is why I am so awesome.
I got to see all of us little people and all of the big people all being silly and happy, and I think might have really been the best part. I already know from looking at other people that most of the big folks take life way too seriously. There is always time to play, and Dinosaurland reminds the big people that play is still one of the very best things to do.