Boo Who?

12 Feb

113

A sad – and yet, of course, happy – thing has happened and I must memorialize it.

I’m not quite sure how it happened. Nor am I certain that I fully believe it, but the calendar tells me that my youngest child, fondly known on this blog as Boo, is turning six years old this week. How can this be? How is it possible that she, born conveniently between snowstorms – one which kept us trapped at home for 3 days, less than a week after she was born – could be six? Somehow six sounds so much older than five. So much more grown up.

067 2
003 2

I have before me my old copy of A. A. Milne’s book, Now We Are Six. It describes Boo’s opinions quite well. For example:

The End

When I was One, / I had just begun.
When I was Two, / I was nearly new.
When I was Three, / I was hardly Me.
When I was Four, / I was not much more.
When I was Five, / I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever. / So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
092 3

Or this one, titled Us Two

Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, / There’s always Pooh and Me. / Whatever I do, he want to do, / “Where are you going today?” says Pooh: / “Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too. / Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he. / “Let’s go together,” says Pooh.

“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh. / “Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me. / We crossed the river and found a few – / “Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh. / “As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. / That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he. / “That’s what they are,” said Pooh.

“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh. / “That’s right,” said Pooh to Me. / “I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh, / And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo! / Silly old dragons!” – and off they flew. / “I wasn’t afraid, “said Pooh, said he, / “I’m never afraid with you.”

So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, / There’s always Pooh and Me. / “What would I do?” I said to Pooh, / “If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True, / It isn’t much for One, but Two / can stick together, “ says Pooh, says he. / “That’s how it is, “ says Pooh.
DSC_8740
Boo’s “Pooh” that sticks with her almost wherever she goes is called “Buddy”. Buddy is a crocheted baby blanket, bought for Boo by my Aunt Betsy. And Buddy is Boo’s best pal. Buddy is the background – or foreground – of almost every baby photo of Boo…and toddler photo…and pre-schooler photo…

The earliest recorded proof of the importance of Buddy...at less than two months old.

The earliest recorded proof of the importance of Buddy…at less than two months old.


Even Daddy likes Buddy.

Even Daddy likes Buddy.

We prepared Boo for kindergarten far in advance, by warning her that Buddy would not be allowed in school – at least, not out of her backpack. “He isn’t a student,” we said. “Though I know you wish he could sit beside you.”

“She,” Boo corrected us. “Buddy is a she.”

“Of course. I always forget.”

Luckily, Buddy travels well.  Makes for happier plane rides.

Luckily, Buddy travels well. Makes for happier plane rides.


Buddy likes the ferryboat.

Buddy likes the ferryboat.

The first days of kindergarten last fall, Buddy hung out in the backpack. That first week was great fun. Adrenaline was high. Excitement huge. Fear very low.

The second week, the adrenaline was lower, the excitement tinged by homesickness, the fears rising fast. Buddy-in-the-backpack wasn’t enough.

So we sent a piece of yarn in Boo’s pocket. Yarn felt like Buddy; could be fingered and caressed throughout the day. The yarn was an “Assistant Buddy” – that’s what Boo called it, not “substitute” but “Assistant”.

Sometimes Buddy makes a good wig.

Sometimes Buddy makes a good wig.


Buddy was irreplacable when Boo spent 4 days in the hospital when she was two.

Buddy was irreplacable when Boo spent 4 days in the hospital when she was two.

But soon all the pants (or dresses) with pockets were dirty and what now? Where does the yarn go when there is no pocket to hold it?

Around the neck, of course.

This lasted a few weeks and then, one morning, “assistant Buddy” was forgotten in the excitement of morning preparations.

And Boo survived the day just fine.

Halloween candy tastes better with Buddy.

Halloween candy tastes better with Buddy.

Now, several months down the road of maturity, Boo – and Buddy – have reached another milestone.

Buddy is beginning to unravel.

The blessed unraveling.

The blessed unraveling.

Quite badly.

The Sailboat King and I believe this is from God.

It was the final acceptance of our new rule that Buddy Must Stay in Bed All Day and Not be Dragged Around the House/into the Car/in the Backpack.

Note Buddy on the ground.

Note Buddy on the ground.

Buddy, being introduced to the new "tent" one Christmas Day.

Of course, another Assistant Buddy has arisen.

Lamby.

Lamby...found after much hunting, hiding on the rocking chair.  Lamby - as her predecesor Buddy - tends to wander off.

Lamby…found after much hunting, hiding on the rocking chair. Lamby – as her predecesor Buddy – tends to wander off.


Made of wool yarn and equally appealing in texture.

But far less grubby…for now at least.

And so our six year old progresses on her route to emancipation. One step at a time. And, as long as she’s got Buddy – or some approximation thereof – she can fight dragons with the best of them.

Just like Christopher Robin – “As clever as clever” – forever and ever.
061 2

About these ads

21 Responses to “Boo Who?”

  1. Minnesota Prairie Roots February 12, 2013 at 7:42 am #

    Happy sixth birthday to your sweet “baby” girl. Precious story all around, Gretchen.

    • Gretchen O'Donnell February 14, 2013 at 10:01 am #

      Thanks, Audrey. It’s always a busy week – but a good one!

  2. Beth Ann February 12, 2013 at 7:45 am #

    Happy Birthday to Boo!!! What a sweet girl and lovely story!!! Hope the day is perfect!!!

  3. Gwen February 12, 2013 at 9:52 am #

    Wonderful post. Boo is gorgeous!
    My 12-year-old still snuggles with her “Buddy” at night (hers is named “Frisbee” – no idea where this came from). At this point it looks more like a rag than a blankie, but I know she can’t bear to part with it. She keeps it in the drawer of her bedside table and only takes it out at bedtime. I know once she gives it up, it’ll be gone forever, so I just let her be a kid (and my baby) for as long as she wants.

    • Gretchen O'Donnell February 14, 2013 at 10:03 am #

      Thanks! I love the name “Frisbee”!!! Our other daughter’s blankie is named “Uh Oh” – because she would say that when she was tiny if we forgot to take it out of the crib when we got her up. She just turned 11, and she still sleeps with it, too! :-) So your daughter is in good company.

  4. Alice February 12, 2013 at 10:27 am #

    She is a most beautiful girl! Funny how blankets (and lambs) receive such devotion. Boo must like the feel of the yarn–an artist i the making.

    • Gretchen O'Donnell February 14, 2013 at 10:05 am #

      Yes, there is definitely something about the feel that she loves – and you’re right in that she has to touch everything in stores – obviously a tactile person…will be fun to she how that developes!

  5. gardenfreshtomatoes February 12, 2013 at 2:34 pm #

    Ah, what a monumental moment!
    Happy Birthday, Boo…and Buddy.

    • Gretchen O'Donnell February 14, 2013 at 10:05 am #

      Merci. And yes, Buddy, too, is having a birthday – perhaps she needs a party hat?

  6. treadlemusic February 12, 2013 at 3:34 pm #

    And we shall be 6 forever and slay dragons and never be afraid! Such a heartwarming, memory evoking post. Thank you, Gretchen….and Boo….and, of course, Buddy!

    • Gretchen O'Donnell February 14, 2013 at 10:06 am #

      Don’t you just love that dragon-slaying idea? She’ll be the one to taken them on, for sure!

      • treadlemusic February 14, 2013 at 10:11 am #

        I’m sure. Yes, I love that idea!!! Happy Valentine’s Day! Hugs, Doreen

  7. vyvacious February 12, 2013 at 7:45 pm #

    I still have my doll, Samantha :)

  8. hotlyspiced February 13, 2013 at 4:36 am #

    Happy birthday to your baby. I think it always amazes us how quickly our youngest grows up. Beautiful family images, Gretchen xx

  9. megtraveling February 13, 2013 at 12:56 pm #

    Wonderful post, and I’ve always loved the poem “Now we are six”!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,376 other followers

%d bloggers like this: