Saturday, February 28, 2015

Shoes Notwithstanding.

My girls and I have been enjoying the Ever After High books by Shannon Hale (The Goose Girl, The Princess in Black) and were excited to find out that it was also a show available on Netflix. 

What do you do when you don't want the destiny that's been written for you? That's the problem faced by Raven Queen, and several others who are not looking forward to following in their famous parents' footsteps.


The stars of the fairy tales that we all knew growing up have also grown up, and are parents themselves. Their children will be the next generation of fairy tale princesses, princes, and evil queens, and are learning how to fulfill their destinies at Ever After High. All that's left to do is sign the Storybook of Legends to seal their fates. Apple White is more than happy to become the next Snow White and live out her Happily Ever After. Raven Queen on the other hand, has less than no desire to fulfill her role as the Evil Queen.

Rumour has it that if a character doesn't sign the book, their entire story will disappear, including happy endings. If it means becoming the hated evil queen, then not signing might just be a chance that Raven is willing to take.


Ever since watching a couple of episodes, including the newly released Spring Unsprung, for our Friday movie night, the girls have been pretending to be Ever After High characters (Kitty Cheshire and Madeline Hatter among the favourites).

They've even made their very own Storybook of Legends, and their favourite part, by far, is slamming it shut while declaring loudly, "I am going to write my OWN destiny. My happily ever after starts NOW!"

For a lesson like that, I'm willing to overlook the make up and ridiculous shoes.


Monday, February 9, 2015

Of Course It Is.

This morning, after five hours of restless sleep, I got out of bed. I made sure the girls found clean clothes to wear. I made the girls breakfast. I made them their lunch. I made sure that water bottles were clean and filled. I combed and braided hair. I found projects and library books. I made sure that backpacks were packed.

As Kee stood in the hallway, complaining about the waterproof mitts I was insisting she wear so that she could play in the snow at recess without getting frostbite, we heard the school bell ring. Frustrated, I stomped my foot and said, "crap. You're late! What happened? we were running on time! When did it fall apart?"

She replied, "I'm not sure what happened, but I am sure that it's your fault."

And because I am a very, very, nice lady, I'm still going to let her live here.






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Friday, January 30, 2015

Wait... There's a Book?

I love books... everyone knows that. I also love movies... which everyone also knows. So when there is a book that gets turned into a movie, I'm a very happy girl. Even happier when I watch a movie that I love and realise after the fact that it was adapted from a book, because then I've got a new book on my list.

How To Train Your Dragon, is a great example. One of my favourite movies, ever. The animation is charming, I have a soft spot for vikings, and there are lessons to share with the kids. Lessons about accepting  people's differences, about not judging a book (or dragon) by it's cover, about working together. See? Lessons! So when I found out that it was also a book - nay, a series of books - I was pretty darn excited. And Then Beege read them, and then Kee read them... *sigh*... so happy. 


The Lorax, which I can't recommend enough, is a wonderful adaptation of the book which, by the way, everyone should read to their children. Then there's Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (which is nothing like the book - but both fun), The Very Hungry Caterpillar (beautiful art, great for the little guys), Harold and the Purple Crayon (again, great for the little guys). Percy Jackson, The Hunger Games, World War Z, The Book Thief... there are so many great adaptations to enjoy.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

And Then We Played Backgammon.

I will admit, that it is partly my fault. And certainly, partly Husband's fault. We tend to cave. We're cavers. There, I said it. Sometimes, after half an hour of being whined at, I hang my head and say, "fine. FINE. Have a cookie." Or play on the computer, or watch TV, or whatever it was that I said no to, for whatever reason I had.

Kee is exceptionally good at wearing me down. And she knows it. And since we've been cavers, she also knows that the chances are pretty darn good that if she keeps at it, she will get what she wants.

"Please mummy? Please? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase?! But mummy, I really want [insert thing I've already said no to five times]! PLEASE! PLEASE!" And then she'll fall on the floor and sob, or maybe crawl into my lap and stare at me with watery eyes and a quivery lip. She follows me if I try to leave, she will scream if I manage to ignore her, she will take a breather to let me think that I've won and then come back at me. She's got it down to a science.

And it sucks, because I have to make her do things herself, no matter how much easier it would be to keep doing everything for her. I need to help her be more self sufficient FOR HER, no matter how much easier it would be to cave. She's six though, so she does not see it that way. She's not worried about being away from home on her own for the first time and being able to make toast without burning it, or keep from shrinking all her laundry, or clean a toilet properly. I realise that's getting way ahead of myself, but when she asks me to do things like brush her teeth for her, it's hard not to.

I have been trying to put my foot down lately. It's hard though, to put my foot down with the trembling lip and blankie clutching.  I'm a marshmallow. I really need to work on that.

Anyway. On Saturday, we had a bit of a break through. She asked me to make her breakfast. I said no, because it was the weekend, and I like to make them do it themselves on the weekend because it doesn't really matter if it takes forever. They know where everything is, and they can reach it all. She took a deep breath and started crying.

"Kee," I said, pulling her onto my lap, "you need to learn to make your own breakfast. That's why Daddy and I put the cereal and the bowls in the bottom cupboard, so that you could do it for yourself."
"I KNOW how to make breakfast," she said, glaring indignantly at me.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't WANT to! I want YOU to do it!"
"I need you to do some things for yourself, kid. You're a big girl now. You can't cry every time I say no to you about something. I'm not going to change my mind and say yes, and it's a waste of both our time for you to follow me around yelling at me. And you know what? If you start doing things like making your own breakfast, and putting away your own laundry, and cleaning up after yourself, then I'll have more time for things like playing with you and your sister. So I'm going to be ignoring your tantrums, okay?"
She looked at me for a minute, then dried her eyes and said, "okay."

About ten minutes later, I went into the kitchen, and there was Kee, very proudly standing beside the kitchen table where she'd set out two bowls of her 'wonderful breakfast recipe', which consists of Cheerios and corn bran squares, and two glasses of water. "I made your breakfast!"


Seriously? Best breakfast ever.








Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Oppressive Inertia

That's the only way to describe it. This heavy feeling that has pushed me down into a nest of blankets on the couch, staring blankly for hours in the general direction of the Friends marathon that's been happening on my TV.

It's getting harder and harder to open my eyes in the morning. Getting the girls out the door without screaming at them is becoming even more of a challenge, and I honestly can't tell you the last time I had an actual conversation with anyone. I have projects that I should be doing. Manuscripts I should be reading* and revising, costumes I should be making... rooms that I should really, really be cleaning. But each day, no matter what my intentions were as I saw the kids down the street, I find myself shaking off a stupor at the end of the day when the alarm tells me it's time to pick them up again.

And every day, I feel more and more useless. Which just pushes me farther down into the blankets.

So today. Instead of letting the feeling that I am letting down everyone I know with my inaction, I am forcing myself. I am ignoring the siren call of that warm couch piled high with blankets, and forcing myself to write. To read. To make that present that I've been meaning to make since October**.

I don't care how pregnant Rachel Green is, I'm getting stuff done today.





*I'm lucky enough to be one of the beta readers for my friend Lesley's second book "The Queen's Viper", and I haven't been fulfilling my duties. Her first, "Growing a Rainbow", her preemie son Torran's birth story is available through Aquhorthies Publishing.
**It's coming, Sunshine, I swear!

Monday, December 29, 2014

There's Always Tea.

There is something about all of us being home at the same time that makes it impossible to write. It may be the complete and total lack of more than five minutes of quiet. Or the fact that there are three other people who want to get on the computer. Today, miracle of miracles, I managed to get on here before anyone else is even up. Which, now that I think about it, is going to be a HUGE problem next Monday - it's 9:08.

Am I a terrible person to admit that, as much as I love my family, I'm missing the structure that comes with a work/school week? Meh. I'm terrible then. Seven more days of chaos, then back to a schedule! Of course, there are challenges when they are in school too (says the lady whose kids are late half the time even though they live ACROSS THE STREET!).

There's the wrestling them out of their beds at 7:00, the begging them to please put clothes on (why is that so hard?), struggling to make lunches interesting so they'll at least eat part of it, the daily finding of the (hopefully finished) homework, and the fruitlessly searching for something that everyone will actually eat that has at least some nutritional value for dinner.

I'm okay at making proper meals for myself, but as soon as you add in the children... it gets tricky. What's the point of making a lovely healthy meal, when someone is guaranteed to tell you it looks like barf and ask for a peanut butter sandwich? Then there's the fact that Husband doesn't get home until it's been cold for at least an hour. It's disheartening, to say the least. At this point, sadly, it's become "dump it out of a box and throw cheese at it", because who cares?  One of my new year's resolutions should probably be to cook healthier food or something.


All that being said - I do have a kitchen tip for you. Don't worry, it's about the one thing I am good at. Tea.

Have you ever made yourself a nice cup of herbal tea, and in your rush to relax and enjoy it, taken a sip and burned half your face off? No? Just me?

Well, anyway, I came up with a solution.

Slice up a lemon, and put the slices in a freezer bag. Lay them flat in the freezer if you can, so they don't freeze together. Once they're frozen, you've got something to bring your drink to a reasonable temperature, and give you a touch of lemon. I've done it with Raspberries and strawberries too, and it tastes good, but it does leave a gross, pulpy mess at the bottom of your cup. Besides, there's something elegant about a lemon in your tea. 
It also saves you from throwing out a dozen moldy half lemons from the back of your fridge. No? Still just me?