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Dangerous Predator of the Past? Or Prehistoric Party Girl? Elizabeth Gail Weber October 20, 2007   Previous Comments  

It's quiet. The girls are napping. I walk into the kitchen for a snack. The table is smiling at me. Elizabeth Gail Weber April 18, 2007 It's quiet. The girls are outside. I walk into the living room to read a book. The couch is smiling at me. Elizabeth Gail Weber June 30, 2007 At least they're smiling.   Previous Comments  

Elizabeth just finished telling us one of her stories. As always, it was odd, dramatic and ended abruptly. Everyone applauded. Then she suggested that I make up a story. “Oh, no. Not me. I’m not good at making up stories. Not unless I’m sitting alone in front of the computer.” “Yes you can. The computer is in your head , Mommy.” -------- “Mommy, you’re Jesus.” “I am?” “Yes. Everybody is Jesus. Didn’t you know that?” “Who told you that?” “Nobody. I just know.” -------- (crying and screaming at midnight... I run to her room.) “Elizabeth, what’s wrong?!” “There are monsters in my room!” “Where are they, sweetie? I don’t see them.” “The monsters came into the room with you.” 

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I keep a pad of notepaper on my vanity in the bedroom. After all, there's nothing like drying my hair to get those creative juices flowing. One Sunday morning, as I stepped from the bathroom after a relaxing shower, I saw this drawn on my notepad. No one else was around, but I knew -- Elizabeth had been there. Wow. I LOVE this guy! I love his crazy eyes and spindly hair. I really dig those wacky teeth. I'm intrigued by his mysterious persona. Is he evil? Is he a super-nerd? A punk? Did he survive a nuclear accident? I hope Elizabeth draws like this forever -- not that I don't want her to develop as an artist or try new styles. But I'm going to miss the day she discovers that eyes are usually the same size, teeth don't usually extend past one's lips, and hair usually goes down instead of out (unless you're Buzz Osborne , of course). 

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One of Elizabeth's early words was "project", as in "Don't bother me -- this is my project ." Throughout the house, we are often surprised to find these little works of art. I'm creating a new category for them: Lizzy's Projects . I would love to hear your interpretations of them. This one in particular is especially evocotive. Enjoy. July 1, 2007 Age: 4 

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