Today was zoo and tapas day. The Peanut and the Sister were a fantastic time. :)
Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.
Anthony Brandt
We saw The Avengers tonight while on a double date. Our friend is 32 weeks pregnant and managed to not get up to use the restroom once… but at the end, when the Chop requested we stay seated to see the special scenes after the credits, she asked him if he wanted to see her pee in the theater when she stood up, lol. He informed her we’d tell the management that someone spilled Mountain Dew. ;)
The movie was AWESOME and our theatre had some very enthusiastic fans.. particularly after this scene, which had everyone laughing hysterically.
When I was a kid, I used to listen to songs on repeat, watch the same movie over and over and read the same book a hundred times. I know now that’s normal and how kids learn the world around them – I also know it drove my parents insane, lol.
Newsies was one of those movies that we (my sister, I, my best friend Em) watched religiously. Once a week for months we’d sit in front of the TV, absorbed in what we considered the best movie of all time. We sang the songs, attempted to dance the dances, dissected the love interest… there was literally nothing about that movie we hadn’t memorized. We each had a favorite (Jack, Spot, Davey) and passionately defended our choices (as girls of a certain age are want to do).
The minute the music started on Broadway last night, my sister and I were transported back to our youth. We grinned and cheered through the entire production (as did everyone in the audience), sang along with some of the music and talked nonstop about how great it was during intermission. They changed part of the story (bulking up the love interest and removing Bill Pullman’s character – a sacrilege), which made us sad – but we still loved it.
I hope it runs for years.
My sister and I took our Mom to NYC for Mother’s Day to see Newsies. It was amazing, as was the Muse hotel where we stayed. I LOVE weekends like this :)
I love this.
Am I Mom Enough? A Motherhood Wish List
I hope I raise a child who says “thank you” to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, “please” to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone’s rushing to get in.
I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging. I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter. Nobody is keeping score, except sometimes on Facebook.
I hope I raise a child who will stick up for a kid who’s being bullied on the playground. I also hope I raise a child who, if he’s the one being bullied, fights back. Hard. Oh, and if he’s the bully? I hope he realizes that his mother, who once wore brown plastic glasses and read the phonebook on the school bus, will cause him more pain than a bully ever could.
And I hope that if my child turns out to be a colossal screw-up, I take it in stride. I hope I remember that he’s his own person, and there’s only so much I can do. He is not an appendage to be dangled from my breasts on the cover of a magazine, his success is not my ego’s accessory, and I am not Super Mom.
One of my favorite things about the Porkchop is his excellent taste in music – and his ability to find new music know I will like it, and either buy it or send it my way. He introduced me to this band today, a group he stumbled upon while looking for a video for a sobbing Peanut (he woke up from a very short nap in tears).
They’re awesome and have a great story. A small group out of Canada who created loads of low budget videos, posted them on YouTube and parlayed that into a record deal with Columbia. I love stories like this.
I Skype my mom every day. It’s always entertaining and I like helping the Peanut know her. She’s currently emptying their garage and attic of stuff, and so has taken to showing me boxes of my stuff over the computer. Artwork, schoolwork, stuffed animals… and today, all the cool hats I made in grade school.
And she modeled them. :)
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Yesterday was my 1,000th post, something I didn’t realize until I logged in today. Pretty crazy.
One of the Peanut’s favorite things to do is climb on the couch, and then run back and forth. His absolute favorite thing is when I tell him, very sternly, to SIT. He giggles maniacally and continues his sprinting. I sit him down, he laughs, gets back up, and we repeat the whole thing. Fifteen or twenty times, lol.
