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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:30 pm
Diary Entry #1 (Daisy)
This is the best idea possible. It's smart too and totally mature. This way I can prove to everybody that I am responsible, I can take care of myself and be on my own! I may be eighteen, extremely young but hey if girls at fourteen can have their lifes messed up for a bit by getting theirselves pregnant then I think I might be able to adopt one.
Taking care of a kid is a great way to prove to people that you are mature enough to have your own life. If as a person you can take care of this kid, along with yourself and your living place then you're definately responsible enough to be on your own. I think. Let's just hope an adoption agency will let me even have a child to take care of.
I do need to adopt one, or at least be a part of some big sister program. Or else Dad's not gonna let me start my own life....he's too protective. At times I do wish I stayed with Mom.....what am I saying?!? I don't even like Mom that much, she's too.....ick. Yep let's hope for the best Diary. I've decided to change some things around with Daisy's history, to make this diary entry work.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:47 pm
Diary Entry #2 (Daisy)
This is a joke, right? Cause if it isn't......then I'm definately confused. Well I do get confused usually, and that isn't cause I'm a blonde and stuff....sometimes people just confuse me with their words. No I'm not stupid......okay I can admit I have done ditzy things in the past but that's okay...right? That doesn't make me stupid, right? Lord.
So I applied to every adoption place I could think of and eventually one applied back. This one was known as The Cabbage Patch. I thought the name was sort of silly but I kinda like cabbages and they did say stuff about adopting children and all so I decided in the end to apply at that place too.
Well so I seemed to pass all their exams and stuff and well that was good. It did prove, in my mind at least, that I was perfectly capable of being on my own and starting a life of my own without my Dad's or even my Mom's or my siblings help. So today was the day I was to meet my child, her name's Miranda (Isn't the name pretty? It totally came to me instantly), and instead of a child I met a cabbage.
I wonder if it really is a joke or not. Gah I don't even get this. At the meeting I laughed at seeing the cabbage but the lady who gave me "Miranda" didn't laugh with me, that's a bad sign....I think. Maybe it's another test, maybe one last test before meeting the actual child? Yes that must be it!
Hah I didn't make a mistake then! Cause if anybody found out I was taking care of a cabbage and not a child.....well I'm sure no one would take me seriously, though they already don't so yeah. But I'm Daisy Edwards and I'll be the best cabbage take carer of that there ever was! This cabbage will be fed and read to (I think you read to plants) and loved. Yep, that's what I'll do.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:05 pm
Solo Story Entry (Daisy taking care of the cabbage)
"And then the big gorilla ate the man. The gorilla was very scary and had big yellow eyes, and was covered all over in fur. The gorilla could pick up huge boulders and crush them into nothing but a fine dust. Amazing, huh?" Daisy asked the cabbage. The cabbage said nothing, but it seemed as if to Daisy that it had just moved.
"Where was I? Oh yeah. So the gorilla ate the man cause the man was shooting at the gorilla, which was stupid because the bullets would of been like mosquito bites to this very big gorilla. The gorilla then laughed right outloud, or maybe it wasn't a laugh because I've never heard a gorilla laugh before. Have you, Miranda?"
Why was she continuing to ask the cabbage questions? It wasn't as if the cabbage could talk back to her, but to Daisy she felt as if the cabbage was trying to speak out but couldn't. For Daisy, everytime she read to the cabbage or told it stories or just talked to it about anything, it seemed to her that sometimes it moved. Weird, huh?
"Look at the time! It's half past nine and you need to be in bed and sleeping." Daisy tucked the blanket around the cabbage, hoping "Miranda" would be warm and wouldn't catch a cold. Daisy reached out to turn off the bedside's lamp and promptly knocked over a glass that was close to the lamp. The water spilt.
"Sizzle." Daisy changed her swore into something more appropriate for the cabbage. "Now look, you're all soaked." The water seemed to be absorbed by the cabbage at once, yet the dirt the cabbage lay in was a tad damp still. "Or not." She still took the blanket off "Miranda" and replaced it with a new one.
"Nighty night." She sangsong, before heading out of the bedroom. She looked back and grinned. Even if "Miranda" was just a cabbage and not a real child, Daisy still enjoyed taking care of the cabbage. Maybe it wasn't enough for her to be considered completely mature but at least with having a cabbage she was able to live in the same area, The Cabbage Patch was.
That was an upside to everything. Daisy was finally able to be on her own. Freedom at last. Still, deep down she still wished she had a real child over a cabbage. She wanted to be on her own for so long but now with living in this area, she was alone and Daisy hated being alone. If only the cabbage was real, things wouldn't be so boring. She shut the door and leaned against it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:05 am
Notes: Decided to make Miranda toddler age. Though this entry is more older than another or others I plan to make, Miranda will be younger in those. Solo Story Entry (Feeding A Child) “Open wide.” Daisy sang-song to little Miranda who was currently in a highchair. “Open wide for the airplane.” She moved the spoon, with oatmeal on it, this way and that. Zoom, zoom were sound effects coming from the blonde’s mouth. “C’mon Mir-Mir, you got to eat eventually.”
‘Mir-Mir’ shook her head from side to side, her hands covering her mouth. She obviously did not want to have that oatmeal. “Oh look, a kitty cat. You like kitty cat’s, don’t you Mir-Mir?” The toddler’s eyes turned wide, her hands fell from her mouth and the girl tried to raise herself from her seat to the best of her abilities. “Kitty!!” Miranda’s arms flailed about, wanting to get out and see where the kitty was.
“Ah-ha! Fooled ya.” Daisy shoved the spoon filled with oatmeal into Miranda’s mouth. The blonde haired guardian began to do a dance along the apartment kitchen’s tiles. “I am a genius.” She giggled to herself, brandishing that spoon about. “Oh. Right. You need some more. Well the second flight’s a coming, Mir-Mir.” She plopped herself back into the chair.
Miranda shook her head more vehemently this time, no more, no more, were most likely the words to come out of her mouth if she didn’t have her mouth so tightly closed now. The toddler waved her arms about, her head continuously shaking from side to side. “But you got to eat, Mir-Mir. Can’t have you be starved. I gotta show everyone that I have responsibility.”
“So we’ll just be staying here till you decide to eat then. No hanging out with all those stuffed animals, or playing outside for you till you eat this oatmeal.” Miranda sniffed, her eyes tearing up slightly. “Don’t do that, I know you’re just doing it to get out of eating this stuff. It’s really good.” Daisy nodded energetically. The toddler placed a hand to her mouth, as if miming eating. Miranda then pointed to Daisy.
“You want me to eat a bit of the oatmeal?” The toddler nodded quickly. “Alright then, but you better eat it after.” Miranda stopped her nodding for a brief second before nodding again. “Good.” Daisy was so sure she had won this time as she put a spoonful of the oatmeal in her mouth. Yuck. “Yummy.” Though trying not to gag, Daisy rubbed his stomach in mock awe of the food.
“Now….” Cough. “You have to….” Gag. “Eat this.” Daisy spluttered, her eyes watering. “Or not.” Daisy got up and threw the glass bowl along with the oatmeal into the garbage bin. A clatter and then a shattering came from the garbage bin. Daisy eeped and looked over her shoulder. “Um….” She rubbed the back of her head. “Oops.” Oops was right.
“Up! Up!” The toddler waved her arms in the air, wanting out of the constraints of the high chair. “Right, up.” Daisy went over to Miranda and got her out of the high chair. Placing the toddler on the ground, Daisy leaned against the kitchen counter, placing her face in one of her hands. What could Mir-Mir eat now? The blonde blinked when she heard the sounds of crunching. A mouse? She got the broom out from the closet.
“I’m a going to get ya mouse.” She raised the broom over her head, rounding the corner and swinging the broom down. Well almost down, as Daisy gasped and stopped herself in the nick of time. “Mir-Mir!! You’re no mouse.” She dropped the broom, placing her hands on her hips. The scare she got was only Mir-Mir, well she supposed that was good, Daisy didn’t really want to kill a mouse anyway.
“Hey. What are you eating.” The toddler crowded over whatever she was eating, turning away with her cheeks plumped out with the obvious food stuffed inside. “Gimme that. Now.” Miranda wasn’t listening so Daisy reached over and plucked the box away from her.
“Cookies!!” Daisy’s mouth dropped open. “These cookies were mine.” She gasped, clutching the box to her chest. Shaking the box told Daisy it was empty, completely empty.
She leaned against the wall, sighing dramatically. “My poor cookies, all eaten. They were good cookies too.” The toddler watched her guardian mutter to herself while eating cookies. Daisy didn’t seem to care that Miranda hadn’t eaten a healthy breakfast, she cared more about how she had no more cookies left. The pity of it all.
Miranda sat down on the floor, still eating those chocolate chip cookies. Her eyes all big, as she watched and watched her guardian’s inner struggle and outer struggle with how her cookies were all gone. A trip to the grocery store was now in order. The toddler smiled sweetly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 10:03 pm
Notes: During this time, Miranda was younger than the entry posted above. Solo Story Entry (First Steps)
“But I’m really telling the truth Calvin! I really am taking care of a baby that came from a cabbage! Oh come on, stop laughing at me. Gods you’re mean.” Daisy whined over the phone. The man’s laughter continued. “Fine, don’t believe me but I’ll prove it! You hear that Calvin, I’ll prove it and then you’ll be sorry.” She clicked the phone off, placing it back on the hook. Daisy pouted, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Know what Mir-Mir, no one believes me. Isn’t that stupid? It’s not fair, they got no proof that I’m making things up and yet they act as if I’m making it all up. Not fair at all, don’t you agree?” Daisy got no response back. She leaned over the counter, peering over it. “Mir-Mir?” The baby was gone. Daisy’s eyes widened. “Oh crap! I lost the baby.” Daisy raced towards the hallway when the phone rang. Naturally.
“I lost my baby!!” She wailed on the phone, not even knowing who it was. “Your baby?!?” Was the reply she got back. Daisy froze, oh crap times infinity. “Hi Mom.” Daisy chuckled nervously. “What the hell do you mean by baby? Well? Answer your mother immediately, Daisy Katherine Edwards.” She gulped, middle name. Great. “Um…ah…oh….doorbell just rang Mom! Got to go, bye.” She clicked the phone off.
Whew. That was close. But maybe she should change the phone number, knowing her mom. Her mom wouldn’t stop until she knew exactly what was going on. Daisy knew her mom wouldn’t approve of what she was doing, better her staying in the dark for as long as possible. Now, she needed to find Mir-Mir and quick. “Mir-Mir! Where did you go? Mir-Mir?” Daisy opened a hall closet.
She went into the living room, and checked under the sofa. “Nope not there.” Next was the bathroom. Not there either. Underneath her bed showed Daisy that Mir-Mir wasn’t hiding there either. Or in her closet or behind the cabinet or behind the living room curtains. But wait! There was still a place that she hadn’t checked yet, and it was the most obvious place to look. Gods she was stupid.
The phone was ringing again. “Uh.” Daisy raced back to her bedroom, picking up the phone. “What do you want?” Her tone wasn’t very friendly but really it was very annoying. She walked down the hall towards Miranda’s bedroom when she stopped. “Nikki? Is that really you?” Daisy gave out a cry of glee, bouncing around happily when the person on the other line confirmed her identity.
“It’s been forever.” Daisy gushed and talked back to the other person, her other hand going up to twirl her fingers around her blonde head of hair. “Uh-huh, yeah. No, really? How come she didn’t invite me to the wedding? She is so dead. But is Nat ready do you think? Yeah? I don’t know, last time I saw him he seemed like bad news to me. Especially with the company he hung out with. Well I know about Vi and him but still.”
Daisy still jabbered on and on, passing Miranda’s room. Her left eye caught something that made her gasp. “Daisy love, something wrong? Daisy? Whoo-hoo, hunny?” Daisy’s eyes filled with tears of pride as she turned to stand in the doorway of the room. Mir-Mir fell to her bottom again but she stood up again, shakily. The girl placed one foot in front and then the other followed.
Mir-Mir did that for another few paces before falling again. The girl rose her arms, and that’s when Daisy saw it. The stuffed cat that Mir-Mir had started to chew on was up on one of the shelves, where Daisy had placed it earlier this afternoon. So that’s why Mir-Mir had vanished, she wanted her kitty. But there was no way she’d be able to reach it, she was too short.
Sounds of Daisy, Daisy filled her ears. The blonde shook her head. “I have to go Nikki, something came up. I just saw Mir-Mir walk for the first time. It’s so awesome!! Call ya later.” Without waiting for a reply, Daisy clicked the phone off. Her smile was huge as she went inside the room. Grabbing the stuffed cat off the shelf, she squatted down to Mir-Mir’s level.
“Here you go Mir-Mir. Well done.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 10:44 pm
((Back to a bit older than the last entry. I'm thinking of putting the entries in chronological order later, it'll make better sense instead of always skipping about.))
"And then out popped the big, bad wolf. He was this tall and his snout was huge!" Daisy jumped to her feet and stretched her arms as high as she could, her feet attempting to get unto her toes. She placed a hand then in front of her face, about a foot or so away from her nose, demonstrating how big his snout was. Miranda stared from her bed, mystified with her mouth opened a little in surprise. Her green eyes were huge as she listened to the story and as she watched Daisy act it out.
"He was all like 'hey Red, you look mighty tasty and then 'chomp, chomp!' and she in his tummy like that!" She indicated her stomach, patting it. "Don't look so frightened, Mir-Mir. No big, bad wolf's gonna get you. I wouldn't let him." Daisy thought that was encouraging but perhaps she should of stuck to the Ugly Duckling or the Little Choo-Choo That Could, or whatever that tale was called, like it was suggested in the parenting guide.
But Little Red Riding Hood wasn't that bad, right? Daisy sure didn't think so. But then again, somewhere in her memory she could recall a moment where she sat in her head bawling her head off as her brother told her the same story. That was odd, why would she cry at such a story? Oh sure the wolf was bad to the bone but Mir-Mir was almost 3! Daisy was sure she'd be fine. Right?
'Now, where was I? Ah, yeah." Daisy tapped her chin thoughtfully, remembering soon after where she had finished last. She picked up the book, it had fallen to the ground at some moment. Plopping herself down in the chair by Miranda's bedside, crossing her legs and placing the book in her lap. "The wolf was so full, from both Red and dear ol' Granny that he fell promptly asleep in Granny's bed." She continued.
"In another portion of the wood's, a woodcutter was nearing the house of the Granny. Usually Granny would give the woodcutter a delicious, completely drool-worthy, glass of lemonade." Daisy smiled, thinking about having a glass of lemonade. She shook her head, clearing those thoughts away. Mir-Mir needed to get to sleep first! "Where was I? Oh yeah....so anyway the woodcutter went inside and noticed the sleeping wolf."
Daisy jumped up again, dropping the book. She pretended to hold an invisible ax as Miranda clutched a pink, stuffed cat. She swung through the air, "the wolf was cut open and out popped Granny and Red. The woodcutter, oh wait maybe it was a hunter." Daisy picked up the book, tilting it this way and that as she took in the story titled 'Hansel and Gretel'. Pretending was good, she didn't actually have that story but she was sure she was telling it very correct.
"Well anyway, the man sewed up the wolf and then they all decided to have a dance off. Whoever was left standing, won!" Daisy started to do the macarena, whistling a tune. "The Granny kicked some serious butt." She continued to dance, Miranda jiggled a little to the whistling Daisy made. Miranda still looked frightened but not as bad now. "And that's it, the end. Oh and they all had lemonade and cookies." Well actually the right ending would be 'and they all lived happily ever after' Daisy supposed.
She leaned down, picking up the book again that had somehow fallen from her grasp. How'd that happen? Placing it on the bedside table, she then reached over to tuck in Miranda more securely. Miranda smiled sweetly up at her as she grasped the pink cat closer. Her green eyes disappeared as her eyelids closed. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She bent to kiss Miranda on the forehead before bending down to plug in a smiling sun-shaped nightlight. Leaving the room, she closed the door behind her except for a crack.
Later that night when all was dark, Daisy felt her bed covers being pulled. Pulling them back, she felt Miranda climb up with that cat plushie. Daisy yawned, making sure the covers were on Miranda before leaning back on her pillow. Right, no more big bad wolf stories. Maybe a story about cute animals like a dog or goldfish that could also talk.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:37 pm
The kitten, part I
Miranda giggled, clapping her hands together. She was currently sitting on a purple blanket on the grass. She had the usual red dress on, short sleeved and all. It was a very nice day and Daisy had thought it was all right leaving Miranda without a jacket on. Miranda seemed happy at the very least, playing with a few of her favourite toys; a stuffed cat, a doll with a red dress and brown hair and a stuffed goose. Currently, Miranda was squeezing the life out of that goose while chattering to her doll and cat.
Daisy hummed lightly to herself, curled up on a lawn chair with a book on her lap. Her crystal blue eyes looked up every few minutes from her book to make sure Miranda was still in the place she put her. It would be no good to get too engrossed in the book and look up for a brief moment, just to see that Miranda was gone. That was her biggest fear, she wouldn't know what she'd do then. Daisy shook her head, shaking those eerie thoughts away and turning a page of her book.
Miranda dropped the goose down, picking up her doll instead. "Missy, you gooooood? Yes? Me good too." She brushed Missy's dress with her fingers, making sure her Missy was clean. Missy was pretty and therefore Missy must be clean. Or else. Miranda hugged Missy then before placing her back down on the red blanket. Miranda laid down then, snuggling the blanket yet smiling towards her toys.
"Meow." Miranda sat up, startled. That sound was what kitty made. Miranda headed towards the sound, craning her neck to see if Daisy was occupied. She smiled, giggled a little and walked over to the bushes. She wobbled a little still but she was getting better with each step. Plopping herself down on her knee's, most likely getting her dress dirty in the process, Miranda crawled forward, pushing the leaves and branches away.
"Meow." An orange tabby kitty sat there underneath one of the bushes. Miranda stared and stared before turning to look at Daisy. "Daisy!!! Kitty!!! Mine!!!" She clapped her hands together happily.
Daisy looked up, jumping to her feet when she noticed Miranda gone. Hearing her voice, Daisy came over hurriedly towards the bushes, a worried expression forming. "Mir-Mir, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She placed her hands on her hips, looking down at Miranda. She squatted down beside her, her gaze following Miranda's pointed finger at the orange tabby kitten.
"How did this little one get here?" She said to herself, picking the kitten up. "It must be hungry." Truthfully, Daisy had no idea if the kitten was hungry but better to do something than nothing at all, after all.
Miranda followed behind, clutching at Daisy's beige skirt, her green eyes watching the kitten's every movement. Once the pair of them were inside, Daisy headed straight to the kitchen with Miranda not too far behind at all. Once there, Daisy placed the kitten on the kitchen tile and went to get a small bowl from the cupboard and the milk from the fridge. Miranda played with the ends of her red dress, afraid of going near the kitten. Daisy placed the bowl by the kitten who immediately drank from the bowl.
"She was very hungry then. Right, Mir-Mir?" Miranda watched, wide-eyed as the kitten continued to drink. "What to do with her now..." Daisy tapped a few fingers against her face, her face, thoughtful. "Hmm I know!"
She went down on her knee's, about Miranda's level. "Mir-Mir, would it be all right with you if the kitten stayed here for a day or so until I can get this all sorted out?" Miranda nodded, still watching the kitten. "Good." Daisy smiled, kissing Miranda's forehead as she stood up.
"I know how much you like cat's, it'll be fine." Daisy left the room, murmuring to herself. "Just need to get everything back in the house, then we'll have dinner." Miranda plopped down on the kitchen tile, her head resting on her knee's. She stared at the kitten, who yawned.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:39 pm
Washing dishes had to be the most boring chore to do. Daisy tried to avoid them as long as possible but they’d always have to get completed eventually. If only she had a dishwasher, it would help greatly. However, she couldn’t afford a dish washer currently. Her parent’s money was dwindling away faster each and every day. Miranda continued to grow bigger and she needed new clothes, shoes as well as toys to play with. Food was necessary as was shelter. Doctor visits were expensive and in a few years Miranda would be off to school. Daisy needed to find a job, quick.
Her searching through the Gaian Classifieds did not bring any hope, the jobs in their were either requiring experienced person’s with a university degree or the jobs seemed not as receptive of Miranda’s needs. Wonky hours, long hours, Daisy couldn’t ship off Miranda all time to babysitters. Over the past while, Daisy was slowly becoming more responsible. Caring for a toddler was challenging and required a responsible caregiver. She needed to be less picky with jobs, she’d search again after these dishes.
“Ugh.” Blond strands slipped in front of her cerulean eyes again. Drying her hands off with the cloth, the 19 year old unemployed blond searched for her hair tie. “It was here a second ago.” She mumbled. “Ah! There it is.” Spotting the tie on the counter by the banana’s. she quickly tied her blond hair up into a ponytail. Her bangs really needed a trim, they were getting too long. But it would do, for now.
“Almost done Mir?” Walking over, Daisy looked down at Miranda. Miranda’s hair was getting fairly long now too, Daisy noted. The dark brown hair was now reaching her shoulder’s, fixed by a yellow ribbon. Daisy fixed the ribbon, it had been getting loose.
Miranda smiled toothily up at Daisy. Her mouth opened, showing the contents of crushed cheerio’s with a mixture of apple juice. Wow, just what I wanted to see. Daisy slid a hand under Miranda’s chin. “Not eating with your mouth open, little miss.” She gave a smile before heading back to the dreadful work of dish washing. Miranda was getting very big, she didn’t use the high chair anymore and her speech had improved over time.
She reached the dishes and slipping her hands in the orange gloves, going back to work.
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Miranda was dragging her red wagon along. Daisy had found it at a garage sale along with a few other toys. Miranda adored the thing, she played with it inside and outside. At first Daisy had been firm with having the wagon only an outside toy but when the apartment building’s yard area underwent renovations, she decided to let Miranda play with it inside. When Miranda and her went outside usually, Miranda tended to sit in her stroller. It was easier to have Miranda in the stroller because they were usually running errands.
The park was a nice place for Miranda to use her wagon but it was still winter. Winter was another reason as to why Miranda was allowed usage of her red wagon inside the apartment. Daisy was busy scanning the classifieds, circling certain ads with a red pen. It was getting late out. Dinner would be simple, mac and cheese. Miranda needed a bath tonight also. Daisy rubbed at her cerulean eyes tiredly. Stretching when she stood up, she placed the classifieds on the table beside the sofa.
“Miranda?” She called. The yellow sundressed toddler had been here a few seconds ago. Where had she disappeared too? Daisy left the living room. She checked Miranda’s room, nothing. Her room nor the bathroom held Miranda either. The study area, well it was more of a guest bedroom, didn’t hold Miranda but it did hold the red wagon which Daisy smacked her right foot into. She so needed to pay more attention to where she was walking, as she jumped around for a few minutes with a raised leg, a throbbing foot with pained toes.
Where in the world was Miranda?
“The kitchen!” Daisy raced out of the study room, slipping and sliding down the hardwood floor with her socked feet. The kitchen was empty. Miranda couldn’t of gone outside? Daisy checked the front door area but no Miranda wasn’t tall enough to open the door.
Where was she? It was if Miranda heard her internal thoughts as Daisy walked by the living room again. A giggle was heard. An eyebrow rose.
“Hmm I wonder where Miranda is?” She said, walking into the room. Scanning it, she looked to see where Miranda actually was hidden. She wasn’t behind the white curtains though if she was she would be seen easily as they were transparent mostly. Not behind the sofa either nor the tv or the desk. Underneath the desk? Nope, not there either as Daisy looked through the chair. There was an armchair by the window. Bending down onto her knees, Daisy fully expected Miranda to be under there.
Scratching her blond hair, Daisy sat on her bottom. It had sounded like Miranda was in this room but she wasn’t. Daisy had checked everywhere in the room. Was it possible that it may of just sounded like Miranda was in the room when in actuality she was not?
“Mir-Mir, where are you?” Daisy was growing more worried by each passing second. Another giggle reached Daisy’s ears. She walked out of the living room and leaned against the wall. Considering where Miranda could possibly be.
That might just be it. The hall closet.
They used the hall closet for placing the broom, mop, Miranda’s stroller. There was a shelf at the top where Daisy would hide Miranda’s Christmas and birthday gifts. She would use it again when Easter rolled around. But if Miranda was indeed hiding in there, how’d she get inside? Was it possible Daisy had left the door ajar? Daisy could admit that sometimes she was a ditz, forgetting things.
Tapping her fingers lightly on the door, she waited for a response. The door was still partially open, for some light to seep in. Though Miranda was rather good with the dark, Daisy still had a night light in the hallway. A butterfly nightlight, butterflies were cool. Better than freaky clowns.
“Hmm I wonder where Mir is? Too bad she’s not around. I guess I can eat this lollipop myself.” Daisy grinned as she heard a little gasp. She waited for Miranda to push open the door but nothing happened.
She rubbed the back of her neck. "Well I guess I must find you, huh?" Daisy mocked walking down the hall then back again. "Maybe in here?" And she flung the door open.
Miranda pouted. "No find me!"
Daisy laughed and ruffled Miranda's brown hair. "C'mon now. We can play again later." Miranda smiled at that and took Daisy's outstretched hand. "Mac and cheese time!"
"And wahlipop."
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:10 pm
Daisy finished up wrapping the last gift. She climbed on a chair and placed the gift on the top shelf in her closet, beside the other gifts. Miranda's birthday was nearing and Daisy had to get all the plans perfectly. It would be a small birthday party, just her and Miranda and a few guests. Miranda hadn't met other children her age yet and though Daisy tried locations suitable for other children, she had to keep on missing them. Daisy wondered sometimes if perhaps the location they lived in was not as popular as other places but it was a good place to live for the time being. It wasn't like Daisy could afford a house.
Her success in finally getting a job had pleased Daisy immensely. She never worked a day in her life and truly she was enjoying working at the book shop. It was a quaint shop and the regular's were pleasant to her. Daisy did not care much for a couple of her co-workers but she could put up with them. Least they lived nowhere near where she lived. Imagine having to live near Sandra or Curtis! Ugh. Daisy shuddered at the very thought. Her boss wasn't entirely enjoyable to work with either, thankfully he stayed mostly in his office, doing paperwork. Luke was cute though. Daisy sighed, dreamily. Really cute.
Daisy looked into the living room where Miranda sat, finger painting. It was a good idea, buying those finger paints, Miranda loved to paint. Daisy smiled before heading into the kitchen to check on the pasta and chicken they were having for dinner. She needed to put on the carrots also. She busied herself in the kitchen while she assumed Miranda played with her paints. It was a quiet, rainy evening.
Too quiet, perhaps.
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Miranda had grown bored with painting. After a half hour of it, Miranda had wanted something else to do. Like seeing Freckles. Miranda loved that kitten, unfortunately Daisy returned the kitten to its rightful owner. "Mrs.Chuckleton." Miranda was growing more confident in speaking, each and every day. She used to not talk much, instead miming for the majority of all things. It worked, usually. But now as she grew older she was becoming more adjusted with words. She couldn't say everything correctly, she was still so young but many words were easier and Miranda truthfully enjoyed talking now.
Mrs.Chuckleton was the nice lady who owned the kitten. Miranda liked her, some days better than Daisy. She always had fresh baked cookies or other goodies, Miranda sure liked cookies. The toddler smiled, clapping excitedly. But Daisy had so no when Miranda wanted to go and see the kitten because of the rain. But Miranda liked the rain. Splashing in the puddles with her yellow boots and raincoat on. Though Daisy was never particularly pleased by the rain. Miranda did not understand.
She painted on the paper Daisy gave her for a few more minutes, but it was running out. Though Miranda was rather bored by painting for so long, Daisy had to wash her hands before she touched her other toys. "Daisy!" She shouted.
"In the kitchen, Mir." Was the response. Miranda puffed up, she didn't want to go all the way to the kitchen for Daisy to clean her hands. Daisy must come with a wet towel, she did before. Least before Miranda learned to walk. Still pouting, Miranda went back to painting instead. "Paper please." She called to Daisy.
"In a minute." Miranda had to have her way. Just cause she was little, Daisy insisted she was right and that everything had to be done her way. Upset, Miranda teared up but looked over her paints. If she didn't get anymore paper, she'd just draw on something else. The wall was white. Plain and white. Miranda picked up the red and green paints, heading over to the wall. Her fingers dipped in and she began. Began drawing lines and other shapes along the wall. As a toddler she hardly considered that she may get in trouble for this. But then Daisy never did say she couldn't use her paint on the wall.
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After the second call, Miranda was silent. It was strange, Daisy fully expected Miranda to come running with tear-filled eyes and a want for something. Paper, more paint, a snack, to see Freckles the kitten. But no, nothing. She was distracted by finishing up their dinner. As she set out everything and placed Miranda's and her plate on the table, Daisy called out to Miranda that it was dinner. No answer came. Daisy looked out into the hallway and called again. Again she went unanswered. More worried now, the blonde went into the living room.
Shock appeared on her face, mouth dropping and eyes widening. Paint was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the sofa. She shook her head in disbelief. But no Miranda. "Miranda!" Daisy shook her head again and went in search of the toddler. She was found at the end of the hallway, near the door. Still painting. Along the wall was smeared paint. Daisy rubbed her head tiredly, this was going to take forever to clean.
"Miranda." She spoke. Daisy was angry, yes, but she knew it was partially her fault for ignoring her for the last hour, instead doing things in the kitchen. Not really checking on her or anything. She could of hurt herself and Daisy wouldn't of known till it was possibly to late. Miranda stopped, looking up at her guardian. Paint was in her hair and smudged on her cheeks. She smiled, innocently. "I made a pretty picture." She nodded happily towards the wall.
Daisy went down to Miranda's height and twisted her to look at her. "Miranda, what you did was wrong. Painting on anything other than paper is bad and I'd like it if you didn't do it again. Do you understand?" She spoke lightly and clearly, hoping Miranda would know it was wrong. "Next time you'll have to stand in the corner, okay?" Miranda nodded, seemingly upset.
"Good." And Daisy rose to her feet, rubbing the back of her head. "Guess we got to clean you up first, huh? Then dinner." She picked up Miranda and headed to the bathroom but she first sealed up the paints, and put dinner back in the oven and on the stove.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 8:48 am
((I really need to put everything in chronological order at some point, the entries are so over the place. At least most of them are.))
Daisy was at work. With the return of the kitten to its rightful owner, came a person who was also willing to babysit Miranda for an extremely good price. Meaning cheaper than the average babysitter asked for. Considering Daisy's job wasn't stellar, it was helpful that Mrs. Chuckleton didn't ask for much. Perhaps she longed for company, after all most of her friends and husband had been dead for years. Though Mrs. Chuckleton did participate in other clubs it was easily seen that she wasn't as strong or as active as she hinted numerous times before that she was.
This is where Miranda was right now, at Mrs. Chuckleton's house. Miranda liked Mrs. Chuckleton very much, she made cookies or brownies or some other sort of treat most times Miranda came to visit and she seemed to know exactly what Miranda wanted. Miranda also liked this house because the yard was big and provided larger space to play in and this was house the kitten lived in. Miranda loved the kitten, it was fluffy and it seemed to like Miranda too, regardless of the things Miranda put the kitten through. Like dressing her up, putting her in the red wagon, bathing her and having the kitten a guest at a tea party, though that was completely Mrs. Chuckleton's idea, course minus the kitten. Miranda pouted as she thought of the heck she got from Mrs. Chuckleton and Daisy about making the kitten be a guest at the tea party. Miranda did not know why it wasn't allowed. The kitten hadn't seemed to mind.
Miranda played idly with one of her dolls, fixing her hair and dress. Miranda liked this doll a lot, it look very much like she did, with a tribal dress too. Daisy had found it in some toy store and got it for her, along with a few other toys. Miranda found this doll to be her favourite though. She was growing bored though and it was still wet outside from an earlier shower. Mrs. Chuckleton didn't want Miranda to get wet even if Miranda didn't mind the rain. Grown-up's though seemed to mind the rain, anything that was dirty really. She stood up, looking around the room with mild curiousity. Nothing in here. Just some chairs mostly and a bookshelf but Miranda wasn't talented to read extremely well yet. She was getting better at reading everyday, at least according to Daisy, but no way could she handle grown-up books. Soon maybe.
The toddler and her mini-me doll left the room. She looked down the hallway one way and than the other. Mrs. Chuckleton was making sounds in the kitchen, likely she was making a treat or perhaps something for one of those lunches she went to. Miranda went to one once, lots of older grown-ups, some who enjoyed pinching her cheeks, hugging her tight so that she could barely breathe and gushed about how adorable she was and if she was Mrs. Chuckleton's granddaughter. Grown-ups were silly. At least she got something good from it.
Miranda turned left and reached the stairs. She climbed slowly, no use in toppling over and hurting herself. She clung to the railing and sometimes the stairs to help herself up. She was better than she used to be at climbing stairs but there were times when she fumbled and had to get some support. Usually Daisy would be behind her or even some other adult. They helped which both had its ups and downs. Miranda was growing more independent each and every day and she didn't always appreciate help but it was nice to see adults who cared for her.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Miranda began to look into rooms. There was a bathroom, hall closet, guest bedroom which was the place she laid in when it was nap time, and what looked to be Mrs. Chuckleton's bedroom. That door was closed though. Miranda reached up as tall as she could to reach the doorknob. Onto her tippy toes she went, her fingers brushing the doorknob. Grasping it, she turned it. It opened. Lucky for Miranda or perhaps not so lucky, the doorknobs were not placed as high as the ones back in the apartment. Those ones she could not open yet due to her small stature. She pushed the door open farther, it bounced lightly against the wall.
She looked over her shoulder. Mrs. Chuckleton continued to make noises in the kitchen. Good. She went unheard. Exploring was fun, one of her favourite things to do. The bedroom was neat. Neater than Daisy's room and well their whole apartment. She giggled. There was a pretty table with all sorts of things Miranda had never seen before. Tubes and tubs of items glittered on the table, near the mirror. There were drawers that very likely contained other items similar to the ones on the table. The chair looked comfy, with a plush seat. Her mouth was wide, as were her eyes as Miranda took in the sight of Mrs. Chuckleton's make-up area.
She climbed on the chair hurriedly. Her plump fingers reached out to pick up a tube of lipstick when a stunning swan shaped jar caught her eye. Ooh came from Miranda's mouth as she dropped the lipstick with a clang, instead picking up the perfume. Her fingers grasped the squeezer and she squeezed. Then she coughed and spluttered as a pink puff of perfume puffed out. She held her nose and made a disgusting face. Gross. It didn't get on her but it sure did stink up this room. Which Miranda left without a single look back. No way was she ever going back in there.
The bathroom proved uninteresting also. One day she had found Mrs. Chuckleton teeth in a cup. Miranda still didn't understand how Mrs. Chuckleton could take out her teeth. She sure couldn't! And boy had she pulled. Her mouth sure had been sore afterwards. Miranda went into the guest bedroom. Nothing really. There was the closet but Miranda never figured there would be stuff in there. But it was partially open and so she looked. Great choice on her part. Inside were old clothes of Mrs. Chuckleton. She pulled article and article of clothing out, hats and scarves too. There was a mirror in the corner. She tried on the hat's first, then the gloves and then finally she pulled a dress over her head. She turned this way and that, like she had seen Daisy doing once. She fixed her hat over and over, like Mrs. Chuckleton did and some of those ladies at the lunch party.
There was something missing. Oh yes! A big handbag like Mrs. Chuckleton always brought with her and some grown-up shoes. But there was nothing in the closet. Miranda crossed her arms, thinking while looking at herself in the mirror. Didn't Mrs. Chuckleton leave her things by the door? Like shoes and coats and handbags? Daisy and Miranda always did though maybe they weren't supposed to do it that way. Miranda figured there was only one way to find out. She had to check the front entrance. But to do that, she had to pass the kitchen. If Mrs. Chuckleton saw her, she'd probably get her to try her treat. Course Miranda loved treats but she couldn't allow herself to be distracted. She had to finish this. She'd do it.
Quickly, she scurried out of the room, after she removed Mrs. Chuckleton's possessions first. She pushed her brown hair irritably behind her ears, it was always flopping forward into her eyes. She needed a trim or an all out cut but truthfully scissors frightened her and she refused to let Daisy or anyone else near her with them, especially Daisy. She was known to mess up somehow. Miranda didn't care to have a grotesque haircut.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she walked towards the front entrance. Her head peeked around the doorway leading into the kitchen. Her green eyes searched for Mrs. Chuckleton. Mrs. Chuckleton had her back turned to the door, instead she was putting in a tray into the oven. The tray was laden with some goodies, ready to be baken. Miranda couldn't wait for those but she must. She must finish what she started and so she walked as quiet as she could to the front door. There, she found what she was looking for. She picked up a pair of purple pumps and a red handbag. Grinning, she turned and went back upstairs, when the coast was clear of Mrs. Chuckleton.
"Miranda!" Came Mrs. Chuckleton's voice. Miranda fixed the dress and hat. She grinned. "I'm up here." She yelled from the doorway of the guest bedroom.
Footsteps sounded up the stairs. Miranda hid behind the bed. She wondered what Mrs.Chuckleton would say about her. "Miranda?"
"Surprise!!" Miranda popped out from behind the bed. Mrs. Chuckleton wasn't grinning like she was. Instead she looked shocked. Or maybe horrified.
"Child, what in the world are you doing? With my things?" Why ask? Was it not obvious by the very sight of her?
"Dressing up." Miranda stated proudly.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 7:37 pm
The kitten, pt.2
This being sorted out in a few days did not go as planned. Daisy had thought that by putting up lost kitten signs around town that someone would of phoned her and said that the orange tabby kitten belonged to them. But nope, no one had called and the kitten had been in the apartment for a few weeks. Daisy knew that Miranda adored the kitten and it made her guilty for even trying to get rid of it. Problem was they lived in an apartment that did not take so kindly to pets. So far their kitten had went unnoticed. She had been litter trained during her time spent here and did not make too much noise. She meowed ocassionally but it was not a loud meow.
It was as if the kitten knew she did not belong here but wanted to stay. Daisy sighed, pushing back blond hair strands. It was expensive caring for both Miranda, a kitten and herself. With the money draining faster than ever she needed to make decisions, fast. Thankfully, from her endless study of the Gaian Classified's, Daisy had come across some job openings that she deemed suitable enough for both Miranda and herself. And the kitten too, she supposed.
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Miranda carried the orange tabby kitten gently, holding her up around the waist so her back legs dangled. Now, Daisy had told Miranda many times before to be gentle with the kitty as well as not hold her like this. But Miranda still picked her up like this. Same thing with putting her in the red wagon, which Miranda had gotten heck before from doing it but the kitty didn't seem remotely upset by the idea. "Kitty go here." Placing the kitten on the blue blanket that was in the wagon. Beside the kitty went Miranda's rag doll, stuffed goose, and frog that actually went 'ribbit' when you squeezed it hard enough.
The toddler clapped her hands together excitedly, grabbing onto the handle. Pulling the red wagon down the hall from her bedroom, Miranda smiled happily. "Daiiiiissssy!!" She yelled. "Come seeeeee!"
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She finished cutting the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into slices. A year or so back and Daisy would of cut the crust off. Not for Miranda but for herself. Reading about monkey see, monkey do though made Daisy realize she should be less picky. She didn't want Miranda to be as picky as she was, after all. And actually the crust wasn't as bad as Daisy had always made it out to be. Months of eating it eventually changed her mind.
"How about you come in here? It's lunch time anyway." Daisy finished up the sandwiches, placing them on the kitchen table. She poured some milk, both in even sized glasses. Miranda lately seemed to want to do more grown-up things. It made Daisy smile, just at the thought of it.
The phone rang. Daisy hurried to answer it.
"Hello?"
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Miranda pulled the wagon into the kitchen. She noticed Daisy talking on the phone. Miranda let go of the wagon's handle. It fell to the tiled kitchen floor with a swift bang. Miranda pulled on Daisy's jeans when she reached her. "See Daisy?" She pointed in the direction of her red wagon. Daisy didn't listen. Instead she listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone call. Miranda hmphed and went to the kitchen table. It was a challenge to climb up onto the chair but she accomplished it. Proudly, Miranda began to eat her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Yuck." She pulled a face and separated the slices of bread. Grape jelly was gross. Strawberry was the best, raspberry was decent. But grape and peanut butter did not mix. In Miranda's world anyway. Her orange tabby kitten jumped up onto the chair beside her, the bonnet that Miranda had placed on her kitten's head had fallen off, near the red wagon.
"Do you like grape jelly, kitty?" She asked, turning to her kitten. The kitten tilted its head to the side, meowing. "Here." And she put the grape jellied side of the bread onto the chair beside the kitten. The kitten refused to eat it though. "Grape jelly is gross." Miranda nodded.
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"Yes. Uh-huh. Oh? Wait. Really? Oh.....no, everything is all right. I figured he was only a stray, with his mother being a stray too. It's good to know he just escaped from your home. You were devestated by his disappearance? Yes, I completely understand. Uh-huh, Miranda, I'm like her big sister, found him. Well, maybe he found her. But anyway, we've taken good care of him though I'm sure he misses you too." Daisy shot a glance at Miranda who looked back. Peanut butter was smudged at the sides of her mouth. Daisy guiltily returned to her telephone conversation. She knew Miranda loved the kitten but Daisy also knew they couldn't keep him, least while they lived in the apartment. And, by the sounds of it, his owner missed him dearly.
"You can pick him up tonight? So soon? Yes, of course. I'll have everything ready for you when you arrive. Here's the address..."
"Daisy! All done." Miranda pushed her plate further into the middle of the table.
"In a second, Miranda." Daisy replied. "I apologize about that. We'll see you soon then. Thank you for responding." Daisy hung up the phone. How was she to break the news to Miranda? She needed to be firm in her choice but also caring of Miranda's needs. If only the apartment building allowed larger pets like dogs and cats and rabbits, if they did Daisy would of loved to get a pet. At home, her family had two dogs and Daisy missed them somedays. It was good to have a pet at one point in someone's life. Maybe she could get some fish or a hamster.
She picked up the plate from the table and noticed the slice of bread on the chair where the kitten lay. "Miranda, you know the kitten isn't supposed to eat human food. He has his own food to eat and milk as well." She frowned, cleaning up the mess. Miranda started to head out of the kitchen but Daisy stopped her.
"Mir-Mir, I need to tell you something." She sat down on the floor, so she was Miranda's height. The nickname hadn't been used in awhile but it was endearing name and Daisy always liked it. Though it wasn't fairly creative. "A nice lady named Mrs. Chuckleton phoned. She lost her kitten, Freckles, a week ago. The kitten she lost was the kitten we, you, found. You see, she really misses her Freckles and wants him back. Do you understand, sweetheart? Mrs. Chuckleton will be picking him up shortly."
"No!" Miranda shook her head. "No! No! No!"
"My kitty!" She picked him up, putting him in the red wagon and left the room.
Daisy sighed, rubbing the back of her head. She was crap at this. "Miranda, please come back. You can't keep the kitten." She left the kitchen too.
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Okay, so it wasn't going good. Daisy was busy pacing about in the living room while Miranda sulked in her room with her kitten. Miranda knew this kitten was hers, it came to her that day and she knew it was to be hers. Just like she found the sand pail and shovel left behind at the park one day. And the doll. Course, Daisy didn't let her keep those either. She took them to the lost and found area of the park. Miranda pouted, sniffed and petted her kitten.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. It was her kitten, hers!!!
She heard the ring of telephone. Miranda hugged her kitten now.
Daisy answered the phone likely because the phone stopped ringing. Miranda was upset with Daisy but she sort of understood why her kitten must be returned to its rightful owner. Wouldn't stop her being a brat about it though. She'd be a baby about it for as long as possible! Keep her kitten as close as possible, keep her kitten for as long as possible.
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Daisy opened the door and greeted the elderly woman. "Your kitten is with Miranda right now. I'll go get him." The woman, Mrs. Chuckleton nodded and smiled.
Daisy poked her head into Miranda's room. "C'mon Miranda, we have to give back Freckles. Mrs. Chuckleton will be thrilled to have him returned. Don't you want Freckles and her to be reunited? Hmm?" Miranda slowly nodded. "Well, c'mon. Let's give him back, together." Daisy smiled down at her and Miranda held out her hand. The kitten followed them out.
"Freckles!" The kitten meowed and went straight towards his owner. Mrs. Chuckleton immediately picked him up and hugged him. Miranda sniffed loudly which caused Mrs. Chuckleton to glance at her.
"And this must be Miranda?" She looked at Daisy who nodded slowly. Mrs. Chuckleton smiled at Miranda. "Thank you my dear for finding him, and its kind of you to allow me to take him back." She said sweetly, still smiling.
Miranda tried to smile but she found it difficult to. She didn't want her kitten to go. Instead she chose to leave the room, opting to stay in her room till Freckles was gone. For good. She sniffed again. Her cheeks were tear-stained. If only he was hers, if only.
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"I'm awfully sorry about that." Daisy picked a hair strand from her shirt. "She got attached." She was sad to at losing the kitten, but it had hurt Miranda most of all. Though Daisy had mentioned to her numerous times before that the kitten's owner might come, Miranda hadn't seemed to care. Or mind. Or understand. Likely it was the latter. It was her mistake at allowing the kitten into their home in the first place. She should of left him at the shelter, allow them to take of it. But she didn't. She was a horrible caregiver.
"No, it's fine." Mrs. Chuckleton insisted. "Miranda truly likes him, doesn't she?" Daisy nodded in response. "I've an idea. If I'm allowed to ask it?"
Daisy eyed Mrs. Chuckleton curiously. "What is it?" She inquired.
"Well, I've thought about it and if you are all right with it, why don't you let Miranda visit with the kitten? It doesn't have to be often but whenever you have time, I'm sure Freckles would enjoy the company. Especially with someone with a lot of energy. I'm growing older each and every day and it would be good for him. What do you say?"
Daisy blinked. She hadn't expected that. "I think that would be fine. I'll have to clear it up with Miranda first but I'll call you if she ever wants to see him?"
"That is fine." Mrs. Chuckleton smiled. "I shall go then. Give me a call at this number, when you decide." Daisy nodded and Mrs. Chuckleton left. Well. That was interesting.
What would Miranda think about this? Only one way to find out.
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Yes. Miranda would get to see him again, her kitty. Okay so he wasn't hers but she sure could pretend he was. As she drifted off to sleep, she smiled dreamily as thoughts of what her and her kitty could do when they saw each other again. Perhaps she'd bring her red wagon with her. Or some of her other toys. Like her froggy, which had become a toy for her kitty. Yeah, maybe froggy.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:02 pm
Miranda slid down the slide. She hit the sandy bottom and laughed, clapping her hands. She waved over at Daisy who waved back. "Did you see?" She asked. Daisy grinned and nodded. "Sure did, sweetie. Gonna slide down again or will you do something else? There's the merry-go-round and the curled slide." She pointed at each.
"I want to do that!" She pointed at the swings.
Daisy eyed them also. There was a swing seat for children. "Well let's go then. Race you." Daisy mocked a light run, allowing Miranda to beat her.
"Up." And Miranda lifted up her arms. Daisy picked her up and put her in the seat.
She began to push Miranda. "More." Daisy pushed harder and faster. Miranda laughed as Daisy continued the pushing of the swing. "Fun." Miranda laughed some more.
Man, she was completely out of shape. She hadn't been pushing Miranda for long and already was her arms growing tired. But she hadn't had time to exercise, not with taking care of Miranda and work. She hadn't even seen her friends in a while. Albeit she hadn't seen her family recently either, Daisy was still trying to work up the courage to explain to her family about Miranda.
Her parents would likely think Daisy met someone and got herself knocked up. Considering there's no man in her life, they would assume he was a bad boy. Possibly even a very bad boy, a jailed man. Daisy shook her head, if there was a man in her life her parents may assume he was Miranda's father and likely they would do whatever it took to get Daisy hitched.
Daisy rolled her eyes, pushing Miranda harder. Her parents were silly, but maybe not so much now? With all the children now moved out of their house, perhaps her parents, especially her mother weren't so extreme.
"No more." Miranda said, looking over her shoulder at Daisy.
"All right." She stopped her pushing, rubbing her arms as the swing slowly came to a stop. She placed her hands on the chains of the swing, stopping it firmly. Daisy picked up Miranda, who wobbled initially but shot off to the other slide anyway. She paused, turning towards Daisy. "You come too?" She tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer.
"Well, I was going to return to my book." Daisy replied, looking over at the seat where her book lay closed. "Pleaseeeeeee" Miranda pleaded, her eyes all watery. Geez, puppy dog eyes on Miranda. Adorable and hard to resist.
Daisy shook her head but she was grinning. "Well let's do this then."
They slid down the two slides, the covered one Daisy had to bend back because she was pretty big for it now, and played on the merry-go-round. The climbed on the toy horses and pretended to ride them. Daisy tried out the monkey bars while Miranda clapped for her. They later got some ice cream and Miranda had the chance to feed some ducks.
As Daisy pushed Miranda home in her stroller, she found it to be a good day. A simple, fun-filled day. Tomorrow they'd get all their errands done and settle down in the evening for a movie picked by Miranda.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:16 pm
It was a good day, that day. Sitting snugly on Daisy’s lap while she sat down on the sofa, sort of reading a book while sort of sneaking passing glances at the movie Miranda was watching currently. The movie was about a dog and cat that disliked each other greatly but were soon forced to become friends to find their way home. It was a cute animation flick, the kind a kid would enjoy but also certain adults. Daisy liked it but then she always enjoyed these types of movies. Miranda yawned and snuggled closer into Daisy. Her red blanket almost slipped through her fingers but she grabbed it in time. Though she was tired, Miranda wanted to stay up a little longer and watch the end of this movie. But it was a long day they had, though memorable.
They went to the zoo today. Daisy got Miranda up early and placing her in
the stroller they set off for the day. There were packed sandwiches for
later as well as a few snacks like an apple, fruit snack and cookies. Food
was always expensive at fun places, Daisy tended to complain about it. She was young still and didn’t understand how expensive things could get;
rent, clothes, food, etc.
Miranda was excited for this trip to the zoo. She never went to one before
but she had seen them in books and television shows and knew it would be a fun day. She was right.
All the different animals they saw, from the tigers to the koalas, the
parrots to the penguins, the snakes to the lizards. She enjoyed it all.
They even got to pet an elephant and see a lion show! Miranda clapped,
screamed and laughed at all the right moments and even one time covered her eyes in slight fear since the lion’s roar was especially scary! One of the best things she saw today was the peacocks. They just ran all over the zoo, free from cages. Miranda admired them. In particular she admired the males’ pretty feathers. If only she could pluck a feather and keep it for her very own. To have a pretty feather to show off to anyone who cared to see. She wanted one, she really did. Instead of scouring the zoo for one that may have fallen off, Daisy and Miranda went off to see the bears. They liked to sleep.
The gorillas were cool as were the monkeys. Miranda could imitate a
monkey, well sort of. “Ooo-ee-ooo-ooo-ah.” She thought that was what a
monkey said, anyway. At the end of the day they went to the souvenir shop. Daisy told her she could choose one souvenir and one souvenir only.
Miranda had paused, walking around the store with big green eyes, taking
everything in while trying to decide on the best souvenir to get. She
decided, in the end, on a t-shirt that depicted where she got it from (the
zoo!) as well as some of her favourite animals that she saw today at the
zoo, the gorillas, parrots, tigers, snakes but best of all the male
peacock, in all its glory. All in all the very best choice she could of
made.
As she drifted off to sleep on Daisy’s lap, she wondered what they would
be doing tomorrow. Would she have an adventure? Would it rain tomorrow, preventing her from going outside? Would they do something together? Something fun? Or just have a slow day at home? She wondered but tomorrow she would know for sure. Till then, it was time to dream.
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