The Passage Of Time

Some things have changed around here lately.

Captain Jelly Belly’s pants no longer fit lying flat in his dresser drawers. They have to be folded in half.

The little bin of “baby” toys I used to keep in the TV room is gone; everyone is allowed full access to the playroom now.

Gal Smiley doesn’t need a stool to get up on the potty anymore, so our bathroom floors are a little clearer (at least, for another year or so).

Just yesterday, Little Miss Sunshine learned to crawl down the stairs. Now that she can go up and down by herself safely, we’ll likely remove our baby gates soon.

Captain Jelly Belly can reach all the light switches in the house now, which comes in handy when you’re heading downstairs in the morning with a toddler in one hand and a dirty diaper in the other.

Gal Smiley finally outgrew the undershirts she’s been wearing for the past two years.

We no longer have a high chair in the dining room — just one booster seat strapped to a chair.

I sold the exersaucer, playmat, and Baby Einstein DVDs; I gave away the bouncy chair.

Little Miss Sunshine’s feet hang so far over the end of the change table that we rarely use it anymore.

I’ve been noticing that the diaper bag is no longer stuffed to the brim — I no longer carry extra baby clothes, toys, nursing cloths, or binkies. Time for a new bag!

Peaks and Valleys

A few days ago, XUP posted about a girl she knew in grade school who was pretty and popular, but who had totally fallen down the social food chain by the time junior high rolled around. XUP thought it must be pretty awful to have peaked in life so early, and that led to some musings on when she had peaked herself.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that post ever since. When did I peak? Or have I not peaked yet?

I think I’ve had peaks in certain areas of my life but I’m not sure I’ve been able to get it all together in one go to make for an overall life maximum, know what I mean?

Like, I could say that high school was my intellectual peak, in that I rocked the tests and projects and stuff, graduated top of my class, and did all the classic geek-girl stuff like debating team, yearbook editor, mathletes, and band treasurer.

And I could say that university was my physical peak, in that I was slim and my skin cleared up (sort of), and I wore contact lenses and had something approaching a flattering hairstyle. Being just one of eight girls in my hundred-person engineering class also helped up my attractiveness quotient.

I’d say that right after university was my career peak, to date. My first couple of jobs out of school were great, challenging and interesting and with tons of responsibility totally out of sync with my lack of experience. I rocked those jobs and got lots of praise and raises and respect. Then I had some crappy managers who didn’t like me, and then I blew it at one place when I had a bit of a breakdown after a miscarriage, and yeah. Now we’re here, where a “good performance review” means that the kids actually took five bites of dinner instead of the usual four.

Socially, I think my peak was in my early 30s. I was running Sidekick and I started blogging, which helped me meet tons of new people, both online and in person. I started a book club and I started playing ultimate and joined a curling club. FameThrowa moved to town and we finally found a close circle of friends to go to the movies with and have dinner parties with. Plus, while pregnant with the Captain I met a lot of other new moms that I saw all the time when our kids were babies and that I’m still good friends with today.

But you know, I really feel like I haven’t peaked yet. I feel like the best is yet to come, in all these areas (well, maybe not physical — those pregnancies did quite the number on my belly button). I’m still looking forward to the future, instead of dwelling on the past. I rarely look back and think, “Oh, I’d love to go back there.” I like where I am now, and I have plans, big plans, for the years to come.

So get back to me when I’m 80. I’ll probably be peaking around then.

Pushing Crap

I recently read in Entertainment Weekly that ABC has no intention of ever showing the last three unaired episodes of Pushing Daisies. Boo, ABC! I assume this means that they will also not be showing the last episodes, including a series finale, of Dirty Sexy Money.

Is it too early to make a preorder for both series’ Collector’s Edition DVD on Amazon.com?

In better news, however, Joss Whedon’s latest show, Dollhouse, will premiere on February 13th. I hope it fares better than Firefly did a few years ago (which, by the way, is totally worth getting on DVD). Reaper is returning on March 17th (yay!), The Amazing Race returns on February 15th, and the remake of Cupid, one of my favourite awesome-but-cancelled shows begins on March 24th. I’m also looking forward to Sit Down, Shut Up, a new animated show from the create/producer/writer of Arrested Development, and featuring voicework by several of the cast from that show. It starts on April 19th.

Gently! Gently!

The other day, Sir Monkeypants and I were talking about The Princess Bride. We were wondering how old Fred Savage’s character is in that movie, because once the Captain gets to be the same age, we are tying him down to the couch and forcing him to watch it. Possibly several times over. You can’t be a Turtlehead and not be able to quote copiously from that film.

So I’ve been thinking of other movies that I would love to share with my kids. Number one on that list was Star Wars, and hey, mission accomplished! The Captain is a total convert. I also wanted to show them Mary Poppins and The Sound Of Music, both of which they’ve seen now. Both movies were a little long for their powers of concentration, but at least they loved the music and now we can listen to the soundtracks with shared joy.

After The Princess Bride, I think I’d like to get a copy of Ladyhawke, which was a movie we watched over and over and over again as kids. I think Ghostbusters is fun for the whole family, and probably suitable for about the same age group as Ladyhawke. At last, the kids will understand why I say, “Nice tootin’, Tex!” every time they break wind. And this probably goes without saying, but once they stop believing in Santa, I’ll be pulling out A Christmas Story to help them laugh away the tragic disappointment.

On the flip side, I remember being a tad obsessed with The Dark Crystal as a child — FameThrowa and I used to play Dark Crystal for hours. I think it’s really, really sad though. Better save that one until they’re old enough to not be permanently scarred.

Another one on my must-share list is Romancing The Stone, which I could probably quote verbatim from start to finish. Unfortunately, some swear words in it and implied sex means its a PG-13 as far as I’m concerned, so I’ll be waiting on that one for a while. Also in the PG arena is Speed, a movie I quote from so often that it’ll probably come as a shock to my kids that I did not, in fact, write that screenplay.

Now that my niece is fifteen, I’m finding it really hard to stop myself from running out and getting her copies of Dirty Dancing (SUCH a classic) and The Cutting Edge (SUCH a classic guilty pleasure). Both were beloved by me as a teenager, and I’d love to share them with the next generation.

Speaking of being a teenager, one of the seminal movies of my teenaged years was A Room With A View. I saw it in the theatre at age 15 with my grandparents. There was some sort of mix up with the timing and when we got there, the film had already been playing for half an hour. So we decided to just sit in the lobby of the theatre with some snacks and chit chat for two hours while waiting for the next show.

Yes, I was the kind of teen who went to the movies with her grandparents, then sat around chatting with them. I’ll leave it as an exercise to the reader to figure out how many dates I went on in high school.

Anyway, about 2/3 of the way through the movie, the theatre exploded with crazy hooting and laughter. We couldn’t wait to get inside and see just what was so funny. And once inside…well, that scene certainly did not disappoint. Some respectable ladies come across three men skinny dipping in a water hole. Not only was it hilarious, it featured my first full-frontal view of a naked man — growing up in a house full of only females meant that I’d never actually seen a penis in real life. Talk about EYE OPENING.

And sharing that moment with my grandparents was totally not awkward at all!

Anyway, I’ll think I’ll leave A Room With A View off of the list, to save my kids the humiliation of actually watching it with me.

What movies from your youth do you want to share with your children?

Clinging To Cheer

Hey, I thought of three more things that are “good” about winter!

It’s really easy to defrost the freezer in the winter. You can just dump all the food outside in a big Rubbermaid bin, defrost, then return the food. No having to eat freezer-burned leftovers every day for a month, just to clear it out!

Another plus is that when I throw the kitchen garbage out into the garage, it freezes. No bad garbage smells, no attracting animals; when it’s garbage day, it’s freezing and snowy but at least it’s not smelly and goopy.

And lastly, it never rains. Not that I mind the rain in principle, but the rain is really tough to stand in when you’re waiting for the school bus. Snow falls softly and brushes off and is even kind of fun; rain is just miserable and wet. I have to confine Little Miss Sunshine to her clear-plastic-encased stroller and she hates that and whines the whole time. So while I’m really, really looking forward to spring, I’m not so much looking forward to waiting for the school bus in the rain.

January 22th and it’s like, negative a hundred outside AGAIN. Winter, I can only defrost my freezer SO MANY TIMES before I throw in the towel…this is your first warning!

Go-To Plot

Jo at Also a Talker made an interesting post today about “go-to” movie plots. A conversation with a video store clerk made her realize that her own go-to plot is, “Plucky, Independent Female Misfit Gets a Shot at Mainstream Acceptance But In The End Realizes That Her Original Life Was Much Better,” like Josie And The Pussycats.

The clerk claimed his was, “One Brave Man Sacrificing Himself in Some Gigantic Way For The Greater Good of The People Even Though He Knows It Will End Badly For Him,” like Braveheart or Gladiator. I have to say, I think Sir Monkeypants falls into this category.

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about my own go-to plot. It’s hard to get a handle on. I do like a happy ending. I like movies that show the kindness of people, despite the hardness of the world. I like movies with a sidekick who is unquestionably loyal. I like a little romance and a little heart.

I’m waiting for epiphany.

Two hours later…

Oh man! It just came to me. My go-to plot is Naive Young Man/Woman Learns There Is Bad In The World But Finds Maturity Inside To Carry On.

Also known as the Coming Of Age movie.

Cases in point: Almost Famous, Star Wars, Bend It Like Beckham, Dirty Dancing, American Graffiti, The Virgin Suicides.

And suddenly, I am having a second brain explosion — am I allowed to pick two? Because I also love The Family Holiday Movie. You know, where all the family gets together over some holiday and old sibling rivalries and parental conflicts come to a head.

Cases in point: The Family Stone, Dan In Real Life, Home for the Holidays.

What’s your go-to plot?

It’s like 1972 around here

This morning Sir Monkeypants put on a music mix over breakfast, as he often does. One of the songs he selected in this morning’s playlist was Be My Yoko Ono by the Barenaked Ladies. It’s a sassy song about how they don’t think Yoko should be blamed for the Beatles breakup.

Captain Jelly Belly asked me what the song was about, as he often does, so I started to explain about this band called The Beatles. The kids actually know of The Beatles, because songs like Yellow Submarine and Here Comes The Sun are regulars in our morning music mixes. I explained how The Beatles were one of the greatest bands ever, but then they broke up, and some people thought that it was Yoko’s fault.

Suddenly, Gal Smiley burst into tears.

She was sad that The Beatles had broken up. Actually, she was more than sad — she was distressed. Beside herself with grief. She wanted to know WHY, WHY did they fight? WHY did they get broken? WHY wouldn’t they make any more music?

I tried to explain that The Beatles had made hundreds of songs before they broke up, and there were many more of their songs left for her to discover and love.

She didn’t care.

I tried to explain that even though they didn’t make music together anymore, they were probably all still friends and got together at Christmas. (I didn’t think it was a very good time to bring up the fact that two of them were deceased.)

She cried even harder.

I tried to explain that once they had broken up, the four of them still made music, good music in fact, and that maybe, just maybe they’d reunite one day.

No dice.

Eventually she was getting so hysterical that Sir Monkeypants took her off by herself and rocked her in our rocking chair and somehow got her to stop crying. She calmed down enough to go to school but she was still sniffling and sad as she left.

As Sir Monkeypants said, “I guess we’re all upset about the breakup of The Beatles, but some of us have had more time to get used to the shock.”

Heaven help us if the Barenaked Ladies ever break up!

Dream Car

Way back before we had kids, Sir Monkeypants and I invented a car game called “Dream Home.” We’d each take turns describing one feature that our Dream Home would have. It started out grounded in reality — my dream home had straight stairs and a finished basement; his had four bedrooms and one of those big bathtubs. Eventually we let our imaginations fly, and I added things like a conservatory and an indoor pool, while Sir Monkeypants wanted a room just to hold his bikes and another one for all his computer equipment.

Eventually we spun off this game to create Dream Car (mine has a mini-fridge and a bathroom; his has various engine-related special modifications that I listen to politely but don’t understand at all).

Recently Sir Monkeypants has revived Dream Car, both because he’s thinking of replacing our second car in a few years, and because he and Captain Jelly Belly can’t stop watching Top Gear.

The other day we were playing Dream Car in the car (of course). The kids are really into this game now, and they crack us up all the time.

(And then we have to spend the next 20 minutes explaining what was so funny, Daddy.)

Gal Smiley says that her Dream Car is big enough to have a whole house inside, so when you need a snack or to use the bathroom, it’s all right there! She would like it to have an “automatic” mode so she doesn’t have to actually drive it around, and she would like a giant mural painted on the outside of herself and her three favourite stuffed animals. Also, it can fly, and it would constantly play rock music at top volume (preferably The Killers or Tegan And Sara).

Captain Jelly Belly would like his Dream Car to be a Mini Cooper, but with giant monster truck wheels so it can drive over anything. It’s the fastest car in the world (while Sir Monkeypants claims that his Dream Car’s speedometer goes to INFINITY, Captain Jelly Belly says that his goes to AND BEYOND). It can crush anything and it is very good at fighting and keeps Captain Jelly Belly safe under all circumstances because it cannot be damaged by guns or fire or big rocks falling on it. It has a special little seat for his stuffed monkey Big Wheel, and Big Wheel also gets his own tiny Nintendo where he can play Star Wars Lego, but all the characters are monkeys. Even though it’s a Mini, there is room inside for anyone in the whole world who would like to come for a ride, and there is a special machine that constantly doles out chicken nuggets and french fries. Oh, it is filled to the top with all manner of Star Wars toys, each described in great detail.

I don’t really think I need to explain what was so funny!

A Little GirlTalk

I was at the Toys R Us this morning, and I learned something.

Did you know that Jenga, the game where you make a stack of wood-coloured blocks and then remove them one-by-one, is a boy toy?

Lucky for you, there’s an exciting new version of Jenga! GirlTalk Jenga! The pieces are bright pink, and each piece has a discussion question on it. What’s your biggest wish? What’s your favourite activity to do with friends? You can chat about each one as you remove it — if you aren’t blinded by the colour!

Here it is:

I don’t get this at all. Maybe it’s because Gal Smiley isn’t a really girly-girl — she isn’t into the whole princesses/pink/sparkly thing. So, we don’t have a lot of girl-specific toys; we have dolls and some toy jewelry, but mostly we have gender neutral things like bowling sets and Lego and animal/superhero costumes and books.

And oh yes, board games.

I was not aware that we were not empowering our daughter by having only the basic versions of Jenga, Scrabble Junior, Candyland, and other classic board games. But apparently we are, because besides GirlTalk Jenga, you can also buy Pink Bling Bingo:

And Ouija — the Pink Edition:

And Scrabble — the Designer Pink Edition:

And even Twister — “The game that ties you up in knots — just for you girl!”:

And OH MY GOD, The Game Of Life!! Jesus!

And Monopoly, of course — this one doesn’t surprise me, there’s a specialty Monopoly for everything and everybody, but in this special pink version (which comes in a jewelry box!), girls can buy boutiques and malls instead of streets. JESUS.

I’m thinking that this was some sort of marketing idea — like, we’ve topped out sales of the basic game, so maybe we can sell more if we come out with a new version, and that new version will specifically be for girls. But I’m still thinking, who the heck is going to buy these girl versions? We have a mix of genders in the house — even homes with only daughters will probably have a dad or an uncle or a grandfather who comes around to play — so the basic version is good for us. There’s no way I have space for, or could justify the cost of, buying two copies of the same game, just so we can have the “boy” and “girl” versions.

Maybe there are girls out there who are SO girly, that they wouldn’t consider playing with a game unless it was all pink and frilly? Or maybe their parents just want everything to match the decor of their room?

I totally do not understand this at all.

Currier and Ives

I find this hard to believe, but when I first moved to Ottawa twelve years ago, I actually didn’t mind the winter. Sure, it was freezing cold here and there was a ton of snow. But Toronto winters are so dull and grey and boring, whereas Ottawa winters are bright and sunny and filled with lots of fun outdoor activities.

When you have three kids who have to get into snowpants and boots and hats and mitts every time you leave the house, then have to squeeze into three car seats (OH MY GOD, do I ever HATE car seats)…winter kind of sucks. Not to mention days when it’s too cold to leave the house, so we’re all trapped inside, at each others throats all day. Ugh.

The other day I was whining about how much I hate winter and how long the next few months are going to be, and then Gal Smiley chirped up and said, “At least there aren’t any bugs!” Which is true. I hate bugs almost as much as car seats.

So I thought I’d challenge myself to come up with a list of things that I actually do like about winter. Well…things that are on the positive side of the line, at least.

Let’s see.

Still thinking.

Here’s one. It’s so cold out right now that there is ice forming and water pooling on the inside of all of my windows. The thickness of the ice is allowing me to see exactly which windows are troublemakers in terms of the insulation value of my house. I now know, thanks to an inch-thick layer of ice all around it, that my sliding door should be the first to be replaced. When we get around to replacing the windows. In 15 years or so.

Oh, and there’s the fact that the Frankenboots repel all winter cold and wet. They are like Superheroes of Winter. Every time I get them out of the closet, Sir Monkeypants says, “Man, those are SOME UGLY BOOTS.” Then the Frankenboots laugh in his face and kick winter in the ass. That’s nice.

Hot chocolate! That’s a good one. It’s yummy.

And, I don’t have to shave my legs as often. Except for the fact that I take Little Miss Sunshine swimming once a week. Damn, so close.

There’s crockpot soups. I love them. I still eat them in the summer, but somehow they are just have more soul in the wintertime. Of course, in the summer we have the BBQ to provide the soul food. And right now our BBQ is covered in three feet of snow. But this is a list of positives! We’re being positive about winter! Yes!

There’s the gas fireplace. Since we had it cleaned it’s been working perfectly — warm and cozy and non-smelly. I do love curling up on the couch at night with Sir Monkeypants in front of a bright fire. And speaking of being cozy with Sir Monkeypants, I love our flannel sheets. Snuggly!

And…um…oh! There’s no bugs.

What do you like about winter?