Monday, June 29, 2009

I am being tried beyond my patience. 

not by this little guy, who gets impossibly cuter every single day.  oh my heart! his older brothers have dubbed the toy "huggy bear", because "he's always hugging it!"  Naturally. 

but by our miserable-nasty weather which seems determined to hang on for an extra millennium  or two.  the pier is looking like this most days:

when it's supposed to look like this:

and for two boys who have swim lessons at 9:40 in the morning, it can get chilly! June gloom has lasted for nearly 8 weeks now. We had a gorgeous weekend - hot and sunny and perfect. Then I woke up this morning and it's clouds, and damp, and gray again. 

If you see some lady in Los Angeles shaking her fist at the sky and swearing, it's probably me. 

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Preschool Graduation: because 5 graduations in one lifetime just weren't enough.  I was rather smug that I didn't dress him up. There were 2 other kids who were not dressed up. Almost all of the girls had floor-length satin numbers and several sported tiaras. He couldn't have cared less, and I was glad. Hi sweetie!

we needed to trim his hair for swim lessons, so the goggles would fit right. just a trim.  but he insisted on using the buzzer (he hates to stand there while I slowly snip away). We argued and argued and he won. I told him that it would make his hair super-short. He didn't care. 

Until he saw himself in the mirror. Then his little face crumpled and the tears came instantly. 
"Oh no Mom! Not this short!" 

sigh.  Oh my sweet boy.  I had to call Daddy and warn him to say nice things about it when he got home (last time Daddy saw his hair all cut off, he actually cried). 

and, thus begins our summer! sheesh!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

this is the last week of school! i'm so glad!

we have lots of things planned - swim lessons and trips to the hollywood bowl and classes at the aquarium.  in between i'm sure we'll go to the beach as much as humanly possible.  On top of my list is getting a beach umbrella to protect sweet little baby's sensitive skin!

what are your plans?

Monday, June 15, 2009

My apartment feels very empty today.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

The Case for Barbie

(image found here)
Recently in the news and magazines, articles have been popping up about Barbie's 50th birthday; which is being celebrated this year by Mattel and by collectors everywhere.  However, her birthday does not come without it's share of opposition. For years now people have railed against Barbie as an unhealthy and unrealistic role model for our daughters.  

Mothers and psychiatrists alike came out against the impossibly-curvy-while-being-impossibly-slim (according to sources, her real life measurements would be 39-21-33) doll, stating that she was largely to blame for the rise in eating disorders and heightened sexual awareness in young children. 

I have to disagree. My mother, single until I was 8 years old, allowed me to play with Barbies.  My mom is not a girly girl. Sure she likes herself some fancy heels and she curls her hair before she goes out, but she's more likely to be seen in cotton and flannel in her free time and I could probably count on my fingers the number of times she has allowed makeup to touch her face. She has caught her own fish, killed her own deer, changed her own tires and helped build her new house after she got married.  

I am a girly girl. I love makeup and fashion and the one time my dad took me hunting I humiliated him beyond description. I had several Barbies and boxes full of clothes and a Ken doll for all of them to fight over. My 3 younger sisters also played with Barbies. They range from "almost as girly as me" to "touch me with that curling iron and you die". 

Last Christmas my friend, who had previously been opposed to letting her daughter play with Barbies, allowed us to buy her one as a present.  Her husband had decided it was high time his little girl get some fashion sense. (heh) My sons picked out "Barbie for President" Barbie. Score one for females around the world, I say.  Barbie now has had so many uniforms and held so many positions, a young girl can hold this doll and see before herself a world full of possibilities. 

And about those eating disorders: What has happened to women, teens, and young girls since Barbie began to be ostracized a couple of decades ago? We have gotten fat. The term "muffin top" has been coined and it does not refer to anything so warm and delicious as a freshly baked blueberry breakfast food.  

The last time I saw a Barbie with workout clothes on, it was 1984.  Is it possible that having an impossibly beautiful and curvaceous icon to look up to (down upon?) helps us to see the possibilities in ourselves? Helps us to make goals of beauty and health that have been tossed aside in favor of a milkshake and french fries? 

Happy Birthday, Barbie. May your youth, beauty, and impossible curves last another 50 years!

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

my boys have been spending days on end reading these fabulous books.

fletcher will go up to connor, holding this book half as big as he is, and beg him to read it out loud.  i love listening to them laugh and laugh. 

thanks Bill Watterson. Anytime you feel like coming out of retirement is fine with us!