disney on ice

one of our coincidental D activities for last weekend was Disney on Ice.

holy hell.

i knew what i was getting into a little bit due to a friend’s similar experience but i definitely wasn’t prepared for the whirlwind of emotions that is Disney on Ice.

i don’t really know where to begin. i won’t waste time on the annoying parking situation because that was a given. so, i’ll jump straight to the fact that before we could even sit down i shelled out $30 on a plush ariel doll for darla. in all fairness, i chose the doll because i thought she’d be able to hug it throughout the performance and that it would offer up some form of distraction when she got antsy. this plan worked. plus i had to make good on my promise that i’d buy her something special to get her past those guys hawking annoying light up wands outside. gawd, i felt like a sucker.

we got seated late. so after stumbling down dark stairs and bothering the overweight family to haul themselves out of their seats so we could squeeze past, we had to make a hasty arrangement of who was going to sit where, passing out popcorn and making sure that effing overpriced plushie had an ok seat on darla’s lap.

the first 20 minutes of the show was pure bliss. girls were happy. entranced. delighted. popcorn-fed. disney-fied zombies. i even got into the excitement of seeing the magic reflected on darla’s face.

then the spell broke. darla lost interest, started looking around and realized people had refreshments other than popcorn. she was hungry. she was starving. she said she needed food right away. luckily, intermission was upon us.

i took her to get food but under the condition that she go to the bathroom while we were out so we wouldn’t have to cause the happy-meal family any more trouble. then we forged through the crowds to concessions.

oh the crowds. 4-year-olds with pacifiers. 5-year-olds in strollers. my brother-in-law sat next to a middle-aged couple with no kids in tow. wtf?

we arrived at concessions and i checked just once to see if the beer taps were open that day. i wouldn’t have, but i was thinking about it. alas, they were not up and running. darla declared she wanted only peanuts. i tried to reason that if she was so starving she needed something more substantial than peanuts. NO. PEANUTS.

we got peanuts. i didn’t dispute because they were the cheapest option.

back to our seats we filed, late again. i sat in a bath of cynicism as i watched ice dancers with FML written all across their faces. you could tell they all abhorred their existence on the ice. i think every time someone attempted a lutz or salchow they ended on their ass, furthering my suspicion that they were all drunk.

my critical state-of-mind was reaching an all time high when the entire cast came out to perform “it’s a small world after all” and there was a noticeable lack of any black or jewish representation. everyone knows walt was a raging anti-semite and xenophobe but this is 2012, people. if you’re going to include holland then you got to put at least one country from the continent of africa in there and representation from one of the oldest cultures in the world.

but then those bastards put mickey in an emblazoned hot air balloon to float above me and i had to give in. all my cynicism broke down as they started to play “when you wish upon a star.”

a tear sprang to my eye as i watched darla’s face lit by the indoor fireworks. for, no matter how corny and over-the-top it was, disney remains the ever positive voice urging us:

when you wish upon a star,

makes no difference who you are,

anything your heart desires,

will come to you

sickypoo

hi. how was your monday? i hope it got off on a good foot.

ours didn’t. it got started off on foot, and hand, and mouth. yep, poor girl woke up with hand, foot, and mouth disease. she’s taking it in stride, though. the doc even commented on how unfazed darla seemed by her sickness. see, here she is in her super hero cape from aunt colleen. she’s showing she’s tough and gonna kick this virus’ butt!

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so yesterday was one in which i was constantly fielding one thing after another. but that’s life. so i’m posting a couple pics of some nicer moments of the weekend to boost morale around here.

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fro yo with friends – second weekend in a row and that was mostly motivated by mommy. and pink bath water. it’s not a very good picture and you can’t see it that well in the photo but darla was in heaven. grandma and grandpa tucker had gotten her some effervescent bath salts and when they dissolved they turned the water pink. she keep saying “pinkest water ever!”

now if you’ll excuse me i have to go wait on my daughter hand and foot….. and mouth.

sorry, couldn’t resist the pun. i know you secretly loved it.

a week of D

we did a week of D filled activities. it seemed appropriate with darla’s birthday week and daddy going back to work. we were able to work around the letter a lot. here’s some of what we did:

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for Donuts

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we shared with friends

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dinosaur stickers: we each did drawings of prehistoric earth and placed the dinosaurs in their respective habitats. darla’s only specifications were her dinosaurs ate pink and blue food.

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lots and lots of daddy + daughter time. i have to give it to my man, he soaked up as much as he could before he left.

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giving Dora a bath on one of their daddy + daughter days (photo courtesy of mike’s iphone)

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dragons were an unplanned thing for our week. this was a happy little coincidence for me, because i love dragons, and also it gave rise to lots of opportunities for talking about da D.

lastly we put the chalkboard dining room to good use outlining all the D things we did. i think we’ll go with these week long formats from now on. it’s a whole lot easier and more comprehensive.20120205-205605.jpgDarla has picked F for next week. i look forward to updating you on how i work fashion and france into everything we learn…

spring tradition

so here’s the thing about me: i like fantastical creatures. Faeries, mermaids, dragons, imps, gnomes, hobbits, especially hobbits. you get the drift? when a friend tipped me off to the story behind our little Root Children print i decided to start a new spring time tradition with darla. and i think it might become more fun for me than for her because it means i get to drag her further into my world of make believe – i really do believe mermaids are out there. somewhere. waiting for me.

on March 20 darla is going to get a visit from the root children. i’m looking forward to putting together little surprises for her to find on the first day of spring left behind by these bug-sized heralds of the vernal equinox. she enjoyed the st. nicholas’ day surprises so much so i’m sure this addition to our holiday calendars will be a hit, too.

the first step to this plan required the purchase of the Story of the Root Children by Sibylle Von Olfers on amazon. i am so excited to read this book to darla the week leading up to spring.  actually it will probably be read to her before then but my plan is to read it every night the week leading up to march 20.

we all know that amazon then refers us to other books we may like once we put something in our basket, and that’s when i fell down the rabbit hole. i ended up purchasing quite a few books written by both Sibylle Von Olfers and Elsa Beskow. why did i purchase so many? because they are beautifully illustrated stories of elves, gnomes, fairies, and i think maybe even a magical fox. A MAGICAL FOX! how could I not purchase them.

because that’s all i really require to get me spending the money. just included some mythical creature and i’m on it.

   

a donation

yesterday i donated to an organization that should have received some support from me a long time ago. i donated to planned parenthood.

the past couple days have generated a lot of press for PP and the Susan G. Komen foundation. i saw lots and lots of outraged voices flying around on the internet and it seems to have had the desired effect. SGK decided not to pull the funding from planned parenthood and we all breathed a sigh of relief.

but it got me thinking about the struggles planned parenthood has had to face in these past few years. if we learned anything from 2011 in regards to our government and large institutions it’s that we have to support things our own damn selves if we believe in them and so i put my money in their pockets. not a large sum, but every bit will help, right?

the fiery issues around planned parenthood stem from abortion. and that seems to be all the general public focuses on with PP without remembering how much more they offer. and that’s where i would like to share my personal story.

Planned Parenthood has been there for me many times over the years. it provided me with reproductive care and low-cost birth control options while i was on a college student’s budget. PP also provided me with care and counseling during the year i went without health insurance when i left my job to be a stay at home mom before i was elligible for coverage under mike’s plan. and here’s the big one for me:

Planned Parenthood was there for me when i miscarried my second pregnancy while i was uninsured.

i think back now on that experience and know that i am truly grateful i had an organization that i could trust as the first place i went when i realized i miscarried. to a woman in my position, having that kind of health care access is priceless when you are in an emotionally and physically fragile state.

i know there are far too many people out there who would count me as white trash, a sinner and undeserving or treatment because i became pregnant before i was married. but i don’t view myself that way. i view my family and i as a pretty normal slice of the american population – well-educated, middle class and has had to rely on help to get through a crisis.

my opinion is that we need to protect planned parenthood for the sake of our daughters, for the women in this country who are just like me. PP is needed now more than ever as more of the population is suffering the loss of jobs and healthcare benefits. i think about all the friends i’ve had in my life that relied on PP. i think of all the women i’ve sat in waiting rooms with. i think of all the jittery-handed college guys waiting for their test results that also populated those waiting rooms and I remember that men need planned parenthood, too.

it is such a shame that all the other services PP provides are disregarded because of the select few locations that offer abortions.

my opinion is that i get to make my own reproductive health choices and THAT’S IT. i can’t believe in passing a law that judges another woman without being in her shoes. my opinion is that the larger picture at stake is giving the government power and legal precedent over our bodies. my opinion is that abortion was/is never an option for me but far be it from me to make a decision for the 13-year-old carrying her own father’s child, the mother of 4 who says 5 would be just too much to handle, the college student who knows her family would cast her off forever.

my opinion is that until we can not only offer but GUARANTEE safe and adequate care for every mother and child during pregnancy, labor, and postpartum and support in their home lives then women NEED TO HAVE A CHOICE.  with failing healthcare systems, a maternal and infant mortality rate that is much, much too high and battered women + children homes packed across the country, i’d say that we’re a society far from meeting the needs of mothers adequately.

and that’s why we need a choice. over our bodies and a choice to visit planned parenthood.

if you’ve ever sought service from planned parenthood maybe you should think about giving. if you’ve ever taken your daughter there so she could get on the pill and make it through high school and college without becoming a young mother then maybe you should think about giving. if you’d like your daughters/nieces/granddaughters/friends to have an option for low-cost reproductive health, maybe you should think about giving. if you sent around a message knocking SGK for not supporting planned parenthood then maybe you should think about giving. even if it’s only once. even if it’s only $5.

gone

we dropped mike off at the port o’ air this morning. he has set his sails for Japan. and i’m actually feeling quite ok about this departure. we feel more settled than ever before and it makes it somewhat easier to say goodbye and take on this home life by my lonesome.

we had a nice dinner out as a send off for dad. we had a perfect final day together. here’s one last pic of daddy and daughter together:

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Mike is drawing pictures for darla while we wait for our food. she is already missing her dada.

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and here we are as a twosome. just us two for the next three months.

last week i…

did some things that were NOT birthday related.

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we finally got the girl out of the house more. we ended up at firefly one day and it turns out firefly now has sing-a-longs. it was great fun watching the kiddos jump in front of the microphone. here’s darla’s turn, where she stood in front of the mic and looked proud but did not sing one syllable of the song. maybe she’ll get it the next time….

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did some puzzles, mostly by myself. darla does not like puzzles for some reason. she likes dumping them, turning them over and sorting but not putting them back together. more for me i guess.

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i found the perfect set of sheets for the tent bed at salvation army. i tried to encourage a tea party in said tent but, alas, that required too much sitting still in one spot for my girl.

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i got darla a shake on her last day of being 2. just because.

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triple reused brown bags to celebrate aunt colleen’s birthday. these bags were from our take out lunch, turned art project for daddy + darla, turned last minute wrapping paper idea for auntie’s 30th birthday gifts. after that we were satisfied with tossing in the recycling bin.

and that’s a wrap on last week. bye!

ain’t no partay like a toddlers’ yogurt partay

some pics of the kiddies enjoying darla’s birthday partays – yes plural. technically the second one was a combination birthday + housewarming + bon voyage mr. mike. check out these pics. you might be in ’em.

these are from the kidcentric party at groovy spoon. i highly recommend it. there’s no flashing lights, loud music, beeping games, overly sugarfied treats. i’d say all the kids had a good time without getting out of control. plus, FRO YO. who doesn’t love fro yo. or saying fro yo.

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and back to our house. not many pictures taken at the homestead because i was running around like a mad woman. one thing i did learn at our house party was to specify to darla next year that she needs to use her fork to eat her cake next year.

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