What is it with toddlers and nudity? Are yours the same? My little treasure will always opt for her Birth Day Suit over anything else. She is gradually understanding that it is mostly best to NOT take your clothes off on the bus, at the park, at the supermarket. But getting them on her in the first place is the great challenge…
That is, unless the clothes have Peppa Pig on…
Ramona is in love, obsessed, head over heels with this snorty character.
I can’t say I mind too much, Peppa is feisty and bold and the leader of her little animal gang. There are worse role models for a tot.
This love has also gifted me a clothing strategy. I am way too cheapskate to buy Ramona Peppa Pig memorabilia, the two t-shirts she has are from the charity shop. In order to get her wearing other items, including warm tights and jumpers (these days a t-shirt isn’t quite enough) I employed the use of Iron On transfers. WHAT A CANNY TRICK! I can pop them in subtle places, like ankles and arms, and can put them on non-pinky items, and Ramona throws these clothes on with utter delight!
A few weeks ago Peppa Pig herself got in touch, sending us, in a bright pink envelope that snorted when we picked it up, two family tickets to the Peppa Pig Live show. I gave one away to a lucky old reader, and we took Ramona’s little pal Rudi along with us one afternoon just before Christmas.
Ramona was pretty gobsmacked with disbelief when we got up to Piccadilly Circus. She carried the promotional leaflet around with her all morning, not knowing what it meant but just thrilled that she had a bit of paper with Peppa on it. I wasn’t excited at all, nope, not me. (Ah, I totally was, I couldn’t wait to see her face when all her favourite peeps popped up on the stage, when she was just happy holding a leaflet…)
I was a bit unsure of what to expect, would it be a bit intense or a bit frenetic? Ah, sheesh, I hate to gush… but it was completely magical. A whole theatre of toddlers face to face with their favourite talking pig.
The show is so creatively done, using puppets and song and some gorgeous effects. The kids were captivated. Ramona sat on my knee the whole time, bobbing up and down with excitement, clapping randomly and pointing at every single thing that happened, dancing to the music and laughing at funny little George. There is something SO special about seeing a whole crowd of kids having a collective, joyful experience, singing together and shouting with elation!
We saw it about 3 weeks ago and every other day she will wistfully sigh “Me, watch Peppa with Rudi” and will then give a little giggle in memory.
So, thanks Peppa for helping me get Ramona dressed every morning and for giving us such an enchanting Christmas afternoon.
(Ah, crumbs, I am being grateful to an audacious fictional hog. That is motherhood for you.)
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