Thanks giving Day 19 (A PS post)

I’m also thankful for mall Santas.

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We stumbled upon Santa yesterday and as there was no line, we decided to go talk to him. (Note Z’s festive Halloween shirt. ) Z was excited to talk to him and get her Christmas request nailed down.  Tiny was excited to SEE him, but not be anywhere near him, hence my presence in the picture.  This is a great Santa, we’ve seen him the last couple of years.

And if you live near me- at the Valley Fair mall, Shutterfly is working with the Santa kiosk so you get a Shutterfly card with your purchase – so for two 3×5 pictures it’s $17 but you get a $10 Shutterfly gift card. The bigger packages come with a bigger card, but my plan all along was to scan the pictures once I got home, so I just got the cheapest pictures I could get.

Some lists for Brandy

I usually don’t do these pass along listy things (OK, I do, but not often), but Brandy tagged me, and seeing as she is still recovering from a concussion that happened WEEKS ago (lesson: Don’t let a 50 lb. bulletin board fall on your head), I figured I’d give her something to read. :)

Five Things I Don’t Leave the House Without

1. Keys
2. Phone
3. Wallet
4. Diaper (Yes, even when going out by myself, there’s an emergency diaper in every bag I own)
5. Shoes
Five Cartoons I Watched When I Was Younger
1. Beverly Hills Teens (Yes, yes it is a video. Go now, Liz, go now.)
Five Things That Scare Me
1. Weird noises in the night while camping
2. Weird hacking noises coming from the girls’ room at night
3. Confrontation
4. The idea of something being in the mirror that’s not supposed to be
5. Super creepy images like the final scene of Blair Witch
Five Things I Hate/Dislike That Everyone Else Seems to Like
1. Watching organized sports
2. Playing organized sports
3. The whole Twillight franchise
4. Lobster
5. Studded ankle booties

Five Things I Want to do Before I Die

1. Visit Egypt
2. Learn how to play the piano
3. Go to Costa Rica
4. See a Broadway musical in NY
5. Have a book published

Thanks giving ….a lot of days

Well, I’m rather behind, aren’t I?

I’ve had a lot going on the last couple of days, so here’s a brief catch up of things I’ve been thankful for.

I’m thankful for my sweet little niece Elenoa, and that we could celebrate her birthday. Especially at a place where Tiny could begin her indoctrination in the ways of her namesake:

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I’m thankful my party on Saturday went well. It was fun, and I had a chance to hang out with friends. As Hilary said as she left, “You have great friends!”.   I do have great friends, and it was nice to have a chance to hang out without kids. Even if some of us did end up staying up ridiculously late…. I’m thankful that all the food came together and was yummy, and that everyone seemed to have a good time.

I’m thankful that people are responding positively to our plans for moms’ playgroup. We have 18 moms planning on coming to our activity on Friday, and 36 total moms interested. That’s a lot of people, and I’m excited to see what we can do to help them all bond and become friends.

I’m thankful for our little preschool, and the relationships that Z is forming through it. She sees these kids at least twice, if not three times a week (or more, some weeks), and it’s such a great opportunity for her to figure out all those social ins and outs. Valerie and I were talking yesterday about wanting to do this again next year with the next little generation, maybe with a preschool day for the olders and a playday for the littles on one day, and then a preschool day for the littles and a playday for the olders on a different day. I would LOVE it.

I’m grateful for the 40 Days Closer to Christ reading program that I’m participating in right now, reading the scriptural accounts of Jesus’ life in chronological order, and reading out of Jesus the Christ. I’m learning so many things, and it wasn’t that long ago that I read Jesus the Christ last. I’m grateful for the opportunity to do it again.

Today I’m grateful that the girls are only sniffly and whiny, and don’t seem to be sicker than that. I’m grateful that Tiny didn’t wake Zoe up any of the many times she woke up last night crying. I’m grateful that she’ll eat strawberry cereal bars, because she’s not liking eating anything else.

I’m also thankful for my teeny tiny little pink magical Nano of doom; it came yesterday after much struggling with FedEx (I’m NOT thankful for them). I’m thankful for the opportunity to pare down my music in iTunes to something manageable (seriously, there’s a lot of stuff in there I never listen to) , and to have a mp3 player that works consistently. And did I mention that it’s teeny tiny? Seriously, it’s insanely small. I mean, look at it next to a coin:
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Heehee, I’m totally kidding. That’s one of Z’s treasure coins.  It’s actually this size:

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Still very teeny. And tiny. And I love it.

And right now, I’m thankful for the TV, which is keeping the girls occupied while I go take a shower.

What are you thankful for today?

At this moment

Zoe is in her room because she was throwing a fit and screaming at the top of her lungs at me because she “wants to go on an adventure! It’s Tuesday! We go on adventures on Tuesday!” and, as you may have guessed, we are not going on an adventure today. She’s stopped screaming at this point, and is now playing.

Tiny is sitting at the table playing with her sippy cup and laughing.

Bruce is on a plane on the way to Colorado to visit some friends.

I am really tired. I’m not sure why, exactly, but I have no motivation to do anything today. I was considering going to the mall, just to get us out and somewhere, but after the adventure temper tantrum, we will probably be staying closer to home.

I just found out that one of my best friends in the whole world is actually going to be able to come visit before she and her little family move to Boston. She and her son, who is one of Z’s best friends, will be here tomorrow through Friday. I’m super excited.

I have the song Into the Ocean by Blue October stuck in my head. And, I should note, I’d never seen the video for the song until I just found it to link to it here, and the lead singer reminds me (roundaboutly) of Eddie Izzard, so now, when I listen to this song, I shall picture him singing it. (I should also note, do you have any idea how tricky it is to find a clip of Eddie Izzard without swearing in it? I adore the man, but he does throw salty words around like confetti.)

I am super glad and grateful that Brandy’s tests came back negative. Which in this case is a positive.

I am jealous that my sister got to go visit my grandma and grandpa and SEE MY AUNTIE!!!! We both agree that we want her to live closer to us so we could just hang out with her whenever we want to.

I seriously need to get motivated today, people! Help me out here!

10 suggestions for So You Think You Can Dance

First, I should say that I LOVE this show, and want it to continue on into eternity. That being said, having watched the show from the very first episode, I have a couple (well, 10) suggestions to make it even better. I should also add that this list is in no way comprehensive, just what I’ve been thinking about today.
Warning: This post was written in full snark mode. Proceed accordingly.

1) What is it with the bottom dancers simply repeating the solos they did the night before? LAME! The solos done on results night might not change anything, but honestly people, show us what we’re going to miss if you leave! Make us regret the votes if you get sent home. To paraphrase Mia Michaels- Step into your glory! Shine! And while I’m on solos, can they please be a little longer? The show is so chock full of filler, surely we could cut a couple minutes of Mary screaming in order to actually, you know, watch people dance?

2) Stop the emotional extortion. If the choreographer wants to take on a weighty subject in their routine, fantastic. I’m all for dance expressing deep things. But leave it at “This dance is about a woman suffering from breast cancer”, “This is about a father and daughter reuniting in Heaven”, not “This dance is about my own, personal friend who is going to die” or “My daddy just died and this dance is what I picture reuniting with him will be”. Because those second examples are just plain manipulative. How do you say “Wow, I really didn’t like that dance” without sounding like a total jerk?

Case in point- Mia Michael’s piece which has come to be known as the “dead daddy dance”. It was nice, but there wasn’t much actual dancing in it, just a lot of running around and jumping and flowers. But how do you say, “Mia, your vision of reuniting with your father is kinda stupid” ? Or the waltz that that one guy (whose name I can’t remember at present, was it Jean-Marc? I think it was Jean-Marc) created for his daughter who can only vaguely see movement? It wasn’t all that great, but just thinking about this poor little girl straining to see Kherington dance made everyone all teary. (As did the fact that if she was going to see anyone dance it was going to be Kherington. Ooooh, that was mean! Who said that?)

In comparison, look at Mia’s addiction number. Spectacular. It completely stood on it’s own merits, and the merits of the people dancing it. But if she’d started in on how this was about her own experience or the experience of someone near her it would have killed it for me. In the worst case, you have bad dancing and bad choreography given a pass because the story behind it makes people cry. In the best case, you have fantastic choreography, and gorgeous dancing, which is hard to complain about, except…

3) Stop overbooking the choreographers so that some lucky souls get the aforementioned, heartwrenching dances of pain and woe, and the rest get some random cha cha. If you’re going to try for Emmys (which is what the cynical side of me thinks a lot of the choreographers are trying for now with the hard hitting numbers), bring in a bunch more choreographers and let each one pour their heart and soul into the one or two numbers they do that season. Seriously, there have (HAVE!) to be more people choreographing hip hop in the world than Tabitha and Napoleon. Give them a break, for goodness sake! In previous seasons when they over booked Wade Robson and Shane Sparks, the quality of their numbers really varied over the season, which you can only expect from people asked to come up with 7 or 8 pieces. But this season we’ve had maybe 2 numbers and a group number each from those two, and all of them have been spectacular.

At some point in the season, Mary Murphy said to Janine (I think), who was in the bottom 3, that she couldn’t think of anything to tell her to do differently. My response? Luck out and get Wade or Mia next week. Because if you draw Mia, or Wade, or (most of the time) Shane out of that hat, you’re golden. Unless you really can’t dance, and then you’ll flop horrendously. But then you kind of deserve it.

I want to see spectacular dancing. I want to see pieces that make me think and feel and cry. But it’s just not fair to have dancers competing for votes when one partnership is dancing about the horrors of genocide (no, they haven’t actually done that one) and another is dancing about an alien trying to impregnate the last man on Earth (yes, yes they did).

4) Stop, just stop, trying to be an After School Special. Just because you feature a dance (and, again, a really really good dance) about breast cancer does not mean that you’ve shined a light on it and can now hail yourselves as activists. You’ve shared perhaps a piece of what someone’s experience might be, but there was no information about breast cancer prevention, testing, anything, not even a website or phone number. And really, as dumb as you might think your viewership is, (Thank you so much for introducing us to ballet! We’d never seen it before. Nutcracker? Never heard of it! Or Bollywood!), I can guarantee you they are not watching it saying, as B so perfectly expressed, “PEOPLE CAN GET BREAST CANCER? WHAT? NO WAY!”.

5) Just get rid of the ballroom dances already. They’re boring and no one likes them. I know they’re keeping them on because Mary Murphy is a producer, and there wouldn’t be a point to her being a judge if ballroom was gone (like there’s really a point now…), but they drag the whole show down. Keep Latin for variety, cha cha and jive and paso doble are fun (or is it tango that’s latin and paso doble is ballroom? I always forget), but the waltz, quickstep, foxtrot, etc. have GOT to go.

6) And speaking of Mary, can we change up the judges please? If you must have Nigel there then fine, seeing as he is in charge of the show. But Mary hardly ever says anything useful, she just repeats what the person before her said. I have it on good authority that Adam Shankman is at almost all the tapings, put him on the panel. He actually says things that are constructive and specific, and he doesn’t scream and make me skip past what he’s saying. The third judge can continue to rotate, but please, never again have Toni Basil as a judge. Please? I get tired of hearing how the rhumba is actually “street”.

7) Stop claiming the results of previous contestant’s talent, skill, and years of work and dedication as due to your influence. All of the judges were falling over themselves as they patted themselves on the back for making Travis into the choreographer he is today. His mother is an award winning choreographer and teacher. I’m sure he was doing just fine before he was on the show, and would still be choreographing (and just as brilliantly and professionally) if he’d never been on the show. Perhaps he’d even be choreographing for the show. So just stop. If you’d like to pat yourselves on the back for giving unknown dancers like Twitch or Joshua a forum to be seen and cast in movies, then that’s ok. Because, see, you actually did that.

8 ) And speaking of former contestants, DON’T EVER BRING BACK LAUREN TO CHOREOGRAPH. Just don’t. Travis? Marvelous. Benji? Fantastic. Pasha and Anya? Bliss. Dimitri? Wonderful. Dude even got nominated for an Emmy. But Lauren? Don’t even think about it. If you must have her choreograph for auditions because of whatever pact you have with the devil, then fine. But leave her there. Seriously.

9) The fact that the “highlights” reel from the past 5 seasons includes horrible dancers and a good 5-10 seconds of the dancer known as Sex speaks volumes about what the producers think we want to see on this show. THEY ARE WRONG. This is why delusional and or crappy dancers audition, and if you’re going to glorify them then stop complaining about them.

10) I understand that people want to win Emmys, and you want to have great routines to get people to shell out the big bucks for tickets to the tour, but I miss the old days of choreographers sticking to the style they were assigned, coming up with a representative dance, and holding the dancers to the choreography. I’m all for using a dancer’s particular skill if it fits within the confines of the dance genre, but changing a Waltz into a lyrical contemporary piece or dumbing down the choreography isn’t fair. The point of the show is for the contestants to show that they can pull of any kind of dance, not to choreograph around them to hide their flaws. If Melissa gets ever gets hip hop, I have no doubt it would be choreographed by Tabitha and Napoleon to Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne (“He was a punk. And she did ballet. What more can I say?”) with Melissa as a literal ballerina. And that is stupid. And wrong. And unfair.

and I know I said 10, but lastly,

11) Never, and I do mean never, have the rhumba on the show again. Ever.

Of good report part 2

Lots of things making me happy today.

We went shopping for B’s birthday presents from Z today (she decided that he needs 5 presents- go him!) and she was delightful as she picked out what he should have. He did not, however, end up with an umbrella, which she had decided earlier in the day was essential to his life.

On the shopping trip I found these and these, otherwise known as the most adorable pants ever. I needed some summer pants and these will do quite nicely. (I’m not convinced that the pants in that last link are the same as those that I bought, but close enough. Maybe if they’re really not I’ll take a picture. All I know is mine are stripey and cute as all getout.)

Zoe is taking a nap, and while Audrey isn’t asleep, she’s laying in her crib pointing at the ceiling and cracking up, so that works too.

I just got off the phone with this fellow, and we’re in the works to start a project together. I’m very excited. Now to find a publisher…

This happened a couple of days ago, but Z watched Alice in Wonderland for the first time. It’s my favorite Disney movie, so I was quite excited. I hadn’t really realized how odd the story is/would be for a 3 year old, but she seemed to follow it pretty well, and when we asked her what her favorite part was, she declared it was the part with Tweedle and Dum. So there you have it. :)

ETA: Shows what I know, I just went in to get Tiny and she’s conked out. WOO HOO!

If only all disputes were this easily resolved

Z was playing with her friend Ben yesterday, when this occurred. Luckily I was already snapping pictures like a paparazzi, and captured the entire exchange, because Becky and I almost died from the cuteness. (And no, he’s not bringing her a flower, they each picked one earlier. Just FYI.)

I present, How To Use Your Words: A Story in Pictures. (And some words.) And yes, they are actual quotes.

Yay, playing.

Yay, playing.

Z:

Z: Hey, it's my turn!

Sitting and sulking

Sitting and sulking

B: "Hey Zoe, what's wrong?"

B: Hey!

"Zoe, what's wrong?

B: Zoe, what's wrong?

Z: "I wanted a turn and it was your turn, not my turn."

Z: I wanted a turn and it was your turn, not my turn.

"Well, come with me and you can have a turn."

B:Well, come with me and you can have a turn.

takes her hand,

takes her hand,

helps her up,

helps her up,

and they're off to play again.

and they're off to play again.

Yay friends!

Also for Mother’s Day

(A post I wrote almost 3 years ago, and I don’t think I ever posted it anywhere- it was written as an “audition” for a writing gig I didn’t get. But, I offer it here to you all today. Please go tell some mom you know (or yourself, if it applies) that they’re a fantastic mom. Say it with feeling.)

I am a fantastic mom. I am a fantastic mom. I am a fantastic mom.

I keep repeating this over and over to myself in the hopes that when it comes down to it, I’ll believe it. I’m going to be a mom in approximately 11 weeks, and while I think I’ll do a pretty good job, at this point I have to wonder if I’m going to keep that opinion. You see, every mom that I know, every single one, thinks that she’s a bad mom. Those that stay at home, those that work, those that are taking care of other people’s kids as well as their own. Every single one, at some point in my hearing, has voiced the opinion that somehow she’s doing something wrong.

And why? These are women whose kids are bright and vocal, kind and thoughtful. Women who manage the juggling act of getting laundry, housework, and cooking done, while still managing to get the kids out to play or settled down for a nap. If they work outside the home, they still somehow figure out how to make each child feel loved and cherished. They manage these huge feats, and somehow, they feel like they don’t measure up.

And I know the thought isn’t just in their heads, there are always plenty of people around to judge someone else’s mothering. Why is this ok? For some reason people think they can accurately know how someone is doing in this huge, intricate world of being a mom, based on just a small amount of observation. Motherhood is one of the only jobs where the default gauge of how you’re doing rests solely on someone else’s actions. And not just anyone—your mothering skills are judged on how a child, still learning how to behave and control themselves, acts like an adult. If a child hits someone, or screams in the supermarket, refuses to be potty trained, or doesn’t want to do their homework, their mother must be a bad mom.

But it’s not even just that. If a mother works outside the home, decides to breastfeed, decides not to breastfeed, sleep trains, doesn’t sleep train; someone will tell her she’s wrong and label her a bad mother. Is it any wonder all the moms I know are second guessing themselves at every step?

I think what’s going on is a problem with respect. On some level, people realize that the role of motherhood is one of the most important in the world. There’s respect for the power and influence that mothers wield over their children, otherwise why would everyone worry so much about whether or not they’re performing up to a standard? What seems to be lacking is a respect for actual mothers’ efforts. These women are pouring their heart and soul into their work with their children, because they know how important it is. In jobs outside the home, workers are evaluated on their work ethic and their performance. They get positive reinforcement all the time. Moms work their butts off, but there’s no honest evaluation process to gauge how they’re doing, just the voices all around and in their own heads telling them that they must be doing something wrong.

I see it happening all around me, and have no reason to believe I won’t hear those voices too. So in preparation I just keep repeating, I am a fantastic mom. I am a fantastic mom. I am a fantastic mom.