Best Buds

All summer long we tried hard to turn Gal Smiley and Princess Charming, who lives in the house behind us, into best friends. Gal Smiley is not comfortable in large groups; she retreats to stand at the wall and sulk. She needs an outgoing best friend to always reach for her, to pull her in to activities. Meanwhile, Princess Charming is a little nervous in new situations and likes to have a friend there to cling to.

Since they were going to be in the same class at school, it seemed like an ideal match. And it was — they love each other.

But now I have a new problem. Two girls + one boy = some hurt feelings.

Princess Charming is at home all day, and we even went so far as to install a gate between the fence that separates our yard, so our kids can roam freely back and forth. That means we see Princess Charming almost every day, which is a-okay with me, because she is, after all, charming. She’s well behaved and she and Gal Smiley play together really well and we’re happy Gal Smiley has such a nice friend.

But Princess Charming and Captain Jelly Belly do NOT get along. They are both first-borns who are very used to getting their own way, to controlling the flow of play and deciding what will happen next. When the three of them play together, the Captain and the Princess butt heads continually, and it’s a stream of arguing and shoving and kicking and crying, with Gal Smiley caught in the middle between the two people she loves most in the world.

Not good.

For a while there, we were banning the Captain from the girls’ playtime, because we wanted Gal Smiley and Princess Charming to bond, and we were afraid that the Princess’ parents would never let her play over here again if we didn’t take the Captain out of the equation. But when we tell the Captain he can’t play with them, and must find something of his own to do, he’s sad and lost. He just misses Gal Smiley so much. And now that we’re seeing Princess Charming almost every day, the poor Captain is really feeling alone and left out. It breaks my heart.

Plus, on a more selfish front, I’m really used to having the Captain and the Gal totally occupied with each other all afternoon, leaving me free to watch over the hurricane that is Little Miss Sunshine. It’s almost impossible to find an activity for both the Captain and Little Miss Sunshine, so one of them ends up getting my attention while the other one sits in a corner feeling sad, or empties every garbage can in the house (you decide which is which).

So. I’m not sure how to handle this parenting crisis. Time for a poll!

When Princess Charming comes to my house to play, I should:

  • force the girls to include the Captain in their play (with close supervision to diffuse any conflicts)
  • let the girls play on their own and find another activity for the Captain
  • find a group activity, such as playing outside on the swingset or going to the park, for everyone to do together

When Gal Smiley is invited over to Princess Charming’s house to play, I should:

  • say no
  • say no, if Gal Smiley and Captain Jelly Belly are busy with a game of their own, but invite Princess Charming to come over and join us instead
  • let the Gal go over by herself, and find another activity for Captain Jelly Belly
  • let Gal Smiley go over only if we can all come (a little presumptuous!), so the Captain doesn’t feel left out, but I can keep an eye on possible conflicts
  • let Gal Smiley go only if the Captain is invited too (again, presumptuous much?)

Do you think I should limit the number of days per week that Gal Smiley and Princess Charming are allowed to play together?

Do you think it’s important to arrange one-on-one playdates for the Captain (i.e. not letting the Gal tag along when the Captain visits the boys next door, as she usually does)?

Advice away!

Big-C Conservative Land

So I watched the leaders’ debate the other night (the Canadian one, although I was PVRing the American one just in case something totally fabulous happened, and I wanted to watch it for myself afterwards). I must say I don’t feel like I really learned anything. It was all he said/he said/she said and I don’t know which one of them — if any — were telling the truth. Is the economy just fine, and we are all idiots for being all frantic about it? Or are we on the verge of serious problems here in Canada, problems that require action? Who can say.

I’m sure I do not want to vote Conservative because their position on too many social issues does not sit right with me. But of the others, I’m not sure which one is really best.

I don’t actually want to make a big political post here. Actually my point is to complain about the fact that no matter what I decide, it actually does not matter.

That’s because I live in the most conservative riding in Ontario.

It’s a sure bet that the incumbent here — a Conservative cabinet minister — will be reelected. He’s been our MP ever since I’ve lived here. I see his signs everywhere, many many more of his than all the other parties combined. On our street alone there are at least a dozen people proudly supporting the Conservative Party, and no one supporting anything else.

Also, I offer you this: mine is the only riding east of Manitoba to ever elect a Reform candidate. NOW YOU SEE. If anything, Harper is probably not right-wing enough for the likes of folks around here.

I can’t really explain why my neighbourhood is so ultra-conservative. Our riding encompasses a lot of rural and farmland, and during the Reform years, the gun control issue was really big around here — people wanted their guns. But people on my street don’t want guns. I hope. And I just can’t believe that the rural population in my riding is controlling the vote — surely they are a small percentage of the overall population in the area.

Nope, it’s my own friends and neighbours who are Conservative Party supporters.

I could rant about that but as I said above, I don’t want to make a big political post and piss people off. Everyone has their own opinion.

But it does make me feel like my vote is meaningless. All this agonizing I’m doing over who to vote for was rendered moot when I decided not to vote Conservative. It just doesn’t matter.

I still feel like I should vote, though. It’s my civic duty, and whatever. Meh.

I think what I’ll do is look at each non-Conservative candidate in my riding and figure out which one I think is the most qualified.

Or, I may just spoil my vote.

Same difference.

Surprise!

Someone I know is turning 40 years old this year, and other people I know are planning a surprise party for her. Well, they were planning a surprise party, but I have been quite bitchy about it. I absolutely HATE surprise parties, I’m morally opposed to them, and of course, my opinion is the only one that counts. We all know that.

Surprise parties always require so much work for so little payoff. The person closest to the Birthday Girl (BG) has to be completely committed to the plan. He has to create elaborate fabrications designed to convince BG that she needs to keep a certain day and time completely free — and he needs to remember which lie he told when. The planners need to make secret plans and do secret shopping and take secret phone calls, which results in the BG either guessing what’s up, or getting pissed off that no one is available on her birthday.

Plus there’s the political problems. Maybe the organizers don’t invite Judy from work, and BG has lunch with Judy every day, and now it’s awkward because BG can’t talk about it at work because Judy wonders why BG’s family have never heard of her and didn’t invite her. Or maybe, some other invitee suggests inviting Kathleen, and it turns out Kathleen is a good friend of the invitee but a mortal enemy of BG, and there’s issues, and OH THE DRAMA.

And sometimes you’ll be having the party on a day when the BG had a tough day at work, or didn’t get good sleep the night before, or else hates surprises SO much that she turns on her heel as soon as everyone yells “Surprise!” and stomps off, never to return. I won’t name names, but you know who you are.

Seriously, is all that crap worth it just for the two second look on BG’s face when she walks in? I think not. It’s not like I expect the Birthday Girl to make up a guest list, and a menu, and pick a theme for the decorations, and book a hall, and maybe make a few party favours. We’ll do all the work, there will still be wonder and surprises and exclamations of delight, just let BG know the day and time so there’s no sneaking around, and also, give her some guest list input. That’s all!

Anyway, last night I was talking about this to Sir Monkeypants and warning him that he should never, EVER, consider throwing me a surprise party. He got this guilty look on his face and said, “Um…too late.” And I was all, “WHAT THE HELL?” and he said, “I already invited a bunch of people and they’ll be here in about five minutes. You should probably put some pants on.” Then I punched him.

He went on, however, to tell me all the fabulous famous people that would be dropping by. He invited the creators of Etsy, he said, and they were coming by both with gifts from my favourites list and a job offer. He said Shannen Doherty of 90210 would be able to make it, just as soon as she was done her dinner theatre engagement over in Carp. I suggested he invite Jennie Garth too, because maybe then there would be a catfight, and all the good parties on The O.C. always had a catfight.

Sir Monkeypants also said that Ken Jennings would be coming by, and I admit I actually squealed with excitement, such is my love of the KenJen. And Brett Favre and family would also be able to make it, so I better wear my cheesehead with my party outfit.

He mentioned that Anna Maria Tremonti and Lucy van Oldenbarneveld from the CBC would probably be able to make it, and later we’d be seeing Kristen Bell and Enrico Colantoni trade daughter/father witticisms just like they used to on Veronica Mars. Joss Whedon was a maybe, but Angelina Jolie would definitely be coming by so that we could all bask in her glory. (I told Sir Monkeypants it was okay if she needed to bring the kids. We’d get KenJen and his wife to watch them — they’re all responsible and stuff.)

Then Sir Monkeypants asked me who I would invite — famous people only — to his imaginary surprise party. I told him I’d invite Aaron Sorkin and the entire cast of The West Wing. Sir Monkeypants said that would be fine, but only if we could yell out the names of each West Wing actor’s character as they entered the party — just like we used to over the opening credits of the show each week.

I knew Lance Armstrong was in for sure, and there were probably some other cycling dudes whose names I don’t know who would hover with Lance over the snacks table. Randy Moss would be dropping by — but only on the condition that he keep his hands off Angelina, who would also be attending Sir Monkeypants’ party, having had such a great time at mine. The quarterback of his favourite team — Tavaris Jackson of the Minnesota Vikings — would be invited, but that was only so that Sir Monkeypants could kick him in the shins when he arrived, then make him serve drinks all night like the goat that he is. Sir Monkeypants liked that idea.

I told him I’d get Tegan and Sara to come do an accoustic set in the living room. The members of the Barenaked Ladies would arrive later, and once slightly sloshed, would probably jam with T&S to hilarious effect. I also offered to invite the founders of Google, so Sir Monkeypants could convince them to give him a really great job that involves him getting paid tons of money for working about 10 hours a week, all from home, and he said that would be fine, but that there was no need to invite Linus the Linux guy because Linus would probably just feel awkward, or else get preachy once he got a few beers in him.

Oh, and arriving late at the party would be a few super cool poker players, like Brad Booth (since he’s Canadian and all), Antonio Esfandiari (again, only if he keeps his hands off of Angelina), Barry Greenstein, Phil Ivey, Phil Laak (feel free to bring Jennifer Tilly along with you), and, if he isn’t too whiny, Daniel Negraneau. They’d play a few hands around the dining room table while Tavaris Jackson brought them beverages.

Who would you want at your imaginary surprise party?

Never Say Never

XUP made a theme post yesterday that began like this:

“When I was very young, I never in my wildest dreams thought I would…”

Here are some things I never thought I’d do:

Be a mother In my 20s I really thought I’d never want to have children. I was really happy with my life and I didn’t think I wanted the massive changes that would come with being a mother. Plus, I had the usual fears — what if I get really fat, what if my husband loves the kid more than me, what if my mother and mother-in-law start coming over all the time… It was scary. But well worth it.

Drink alcohol My father had alcohol issues and I grew up with some messed-up ideas about drinking. As a result I went hardcore and never touched the stuff until well after university. I loosened up after I was married and now I occasionally have a glass of wine without too much trauma.

Drive a car I didn’t get my driver’s license until after I turned 18, which was very late in my hick town where the only way to have any fun was to find a car and drive someplace else. I just had absolutely no interest in driving. My mother felt it was very important that I have a license so after a couple of years’ resistance, she finally put her foot down and made me go get one. I think I drove maybe two or three times the whole time I was in university. Really I didn’t become a driver (such as it is — I’m still terrible) until a year or so after Sir Monkeypants and I were married, when he gifted me his old car so he could get a really cool sports car.

Use the words penis and vagina so freely Sex was NOT something you talked about at my mom’s house. Still isn’t, really — every time we visit I pray that none of the kids will hump the couch or ask me loudly in the bathroom why I have SUCH BIG BREASTS, because I would just DIE. However, we’re trying to bring up kids who are more comfortable with their bodies, so now I say the words “penis” and “vagina” several times a day. Who knew?

What did you think you’d never do?

Tattoo You

I was watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight this morning, and they were talking about their respective tattoos. Kate has two of them (one is just a fragment of a rose that was mostly removed during her tummy tuck surgery), and Jon has six.

They both emphasized over and over again how much they regretting getting them, and how stupid they feel about it now. Jon said that all of his tattoos symbolize things that he no longer believes in, and now when he looks at them all he can see his what an idiot he was in his youth. Kate said she is embarrassed whenever her kids ask about the Winnie-the-Pooh on her ankle, and that she is going to feel especially stupid when she’s an 80-year-old woman with Winnie-the-Pooh on her body.

When I was young I flirted with the idea of getting a small tattoo (didn’t we all?), but in the end, my mother’s dire warnings that I’d regret it someday kept me from going through with it. To this day, though, I don’t think I would really feel embarrassed if I had one. I definitely would have made a subtle choice — a small heart or star in a place that could easily be covered up if need be — so maybe that’s why I don’t think it would be such a big deal to be pushing forty with a tattoo. I definitely don’t think I’d feel like a poser or someone clinging to youth or anything like that.

Both of my younger sisters have tattoos, and they are both very pretty and I like them. I don’t think they are shameful in the least.

On the other hand I remember my Uncle Don telling me when I was young — this would be when he was at least 70 or so, I would say — that having his initials tattooed on his forearm was one of the stupidest things he’d ever done, and he made me promise never to get a tattoo myself, because it would mark me as an idiot for life.

So I guess what I’m saying is…do the majority of people who have tattoos really do regret it someday? Are there any middle-aged folk out there with tattoos who are actually happy about them?

Should I go get one now, just to prove what a badass mommy I am? I think I would totally rock the Treehouse logo on my butt, don’t you think?

Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thyme

A couple of weeks ago, LuckySevens called me up and asked if we would like to go with them to the Carp Fair. It’s an annual event, featuring all the usual fair-like stuff, even traditional fare like animal judging competitions and dog obedience shows. I said, sure thing, sign us up.

I imagined we’d spend the day riding the amusement rides and feeding the animals at the petting zoo. We’d get a hot dog for lunch, and a candy apple for dessert. We’d play a few games, win a cute stuffed animal or two, and then watch the horse races.

And guess what? You can have that dream.

But IT’LL COST YOU.

I cannot believe what it cost us to visit this quaint little country fair for three hours (our visit was sandwiched between Little Miss Sunshine’s naptimes).

We had to pay to get in. We had to pay for the rides, and holy mackerel, they were expensive — we figured out that each ride was costing us around $3.75, PER KID. We had to pay for food for the petting zoo animals. Don’t even get me started on how much it cost for those little baby doughnuts. Little warm, chocolately, morsels of pure joy. Why must you bring down my sugar buzz by costing so much that only two of my three children can now attend university?

Thank goodness we have a kid with food allergies. We’d packed all our own snacks and food because we knew there wouldn’t be anything for the Captain to eat there. Otherwise, we’d easily have gone over $100 on the day.

I did not realize that a little trip out to the local fair was going to eat up our family vacation fund for the year.

Next year…assuming we go again…we’re definitely going to focus on the free stuff (the animals, the horse show) and leave the midway to the end. Then we’ll let everyone go on ONE RIDE ONLY before we claim that the Little Miss needs her nap, and we must be off. Yikes!

A New Game

[In the car, driving home…]

Captain Jelly Belly: Let’s play the Nazi game all the way home!

Me: Um, play the what, exactly?

Captain: The Nazi game!

Me: Ooooookay…how do we play this game?

Captain: Well, you have to close your eyes and not look at anything all the way home!

Me: Oh, the not-see game. Okay!

Sarah Palin is a Doo-Doo Head

Heather Armstrong at Dooce posted a clip on her website yesterday of Sarah Palin talking to Katie Couric about her foreign policy credentials. Palin’s main point seems to be that since she is sandwiched between Alaska and Canada, she is used to dealing with other countries, even though she hasn’t ever actually had official dealings with the federal governments of either country. Heather, a Democrat, asked any Palin supporters out there who were willing to comment to come forward and talk about why they’d consider voting for such a woman.

I’ve read a couple hundred comments so far, and there hasn’t been much Palin support.

What there has been, however, is dozens and dozens of thoughtless, insulting, and borderline crazy comments from so-called Democrats. I’m not American, so I’m not there, I’m not in it, and maybe I don’t have the same passion as these people. It seems to me, however, that the Democrats in America are never going to succeed because their party is full of idiots on the internet who do not know how to engage in debate such that they aren’t acting like elitist snobs who have no respect for other points of view.

There are many people on Heather’s blog with smart, interesting things to say. But there are even more who say things like, “Palin is the antichrist” or “I just ralphed a little in my mouth listening to this clip” and “if McCaine [sic] and Palin are elected, I’m moving to Canada.” These statements are not helpful. These statements are not going to convince undecided voters to come on over to your side. Instead, they just make the Democrats seem like the cool kids’ table at junior high — uncool Republicans will be sneered at as they walk by.

Sure, Heather Armstrong is really smart and cool and famous, and we all want to impress her by agreeing with her completely — even slavishly — in her comments. And I suppose the blog of a stated Democrat isn’t exactly the place to find Republican points of view. But seeing as how Heather specifically asked for conservative thoughts and ideas, you would think that her readers could pull it together enough to make the comments on that post, at least, welcoming to other points of view. Instead, most of them just confirmed the Republican idea that Democrats are more interested in being in the popular kids’ club, than interested in talking about policies and platforms.

Up here in Canada, we’re having a general election, too. I’m an undecided voter. I don’t want to hear anyone — candidates or their supporters — tell me non-useful things like, “He’s stupid and scary, and if you can’t see that, you’re an idiot.” There’s a lot of that kind of fear-mongering and mud-slinging going on, which is completely unhelpful to me. I want to know why the other party isn’t good for Canada. I want your reasons to be thoughtful and well-stated and true. I don’t want name-calling and a lot of back-patting about how your supporters are so much smarter than everyone else.

The Republicans don’t seem to have as big of an internet presence as the Democrats — at least among the websites I read — but the few things I have read from the conservative point of view are well phrased attacks on Obama. They aren’t always true, they aren’t always logical, but they do try to make a point, a point that will give voters something to think about, something to believe. So many of the anti-McCain and (especially) anti-Palin commentary is just a matter of making fun of them, as if their failings are so incredibly obvious that anyone who can’t see it is a dolt. That may be true, but it’s not productive to the process to act like your opinion is the only one that matters.

If you’re an Obama supporter and you want to sway some of those Republican votes, it’s time to start stepping up with some strong, effective arguments. Sure, show me a clip of Palin saying that proximity to Russia gives her foreign policy experience — but don’t just play it for comedy. Take it seriously. Tell me how McCain’s age and health issues mean that this woman might actually be in a room with representatives from the Middle East one day, with no experience on how to handle them. Tell me how in times of war or crises like 9/11, she’ll be completely reliant on advisors that we do not know the names of and haven’t elected. Tell me how just because Palin reminds you of your daughter or sister or librarian or next-door-neighbour does not qualify her for one of the most important jobs in the country. Tell me that it’s critical that the guy in charge be smart and experienced. Tell me that being a well-spoken college graduate does not mean that you are out-of-touch with the wants and needs of everyday Americans.

The race is close, Democrats — this is your chance to really make a difference. Don’t be stupid. Don’t blow it.