However, Kieran has just fallen asleep watching The Polar Express for the zillionth time, and Kaya is also napping, so I'll see what I can write before my unexpected break ends.
So, we are in full-on Christmas mode here. This year is the first that Kieran is able to grasp the whole Christmas concept. He loves Christmas movies and has, thankfully just moved away from requesting some cheap animated version of Babes in Toyland ad nauseum, to the MUCH more entertaining Polar Express. Or as he calls it "Po Pess", which, might I just say, took me FOREVER to translate to regular English. Especially since I actually 'misheard' it the first time as Bo Bess, which sounded suspiciously to me like an American Idol contestant and not at all like a magical steam train to the North Pole.
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Speaking of movies, I caught the tail end of Erin Brockovich on TV last night. It's one of those movies, along with Shawshank Redemption, and My Cousin Vinny that I will watch every single time it comes on TV no matter what else is on or what else I should be doing. And while I was watching it, mad that I had missed the first hour and a half even though I've seen it 10 times, I realized how much I miss movies that have a great story. It could be that I've spent the last couple of years in toddler territory, but it seems to me more and more that we don't get movies with great stories any more. We get superheroes (sorry, Eric), special effects, crazy violence, or a relatively boring story with a twist ending, but very few fantastic stories. Shawshank Redemption, which I will easily rank as my favourite movie of all time, is one of those. I miss that.
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How much soup is too much soup? I find it slightly alarming that Kieran is requesting soup for every single meal of every single day. Any soup will do, but mainly, the Italian Wedding Soup is the perennial favourite. It's quite tiresome actually. He was also on a salad tangent for quite awhile, prompting Eric to note that Kieran could live quite happily on the lunch special at East Side Mario's. This current eating trend is, at least, cheaper that the shrimp fixation of a few months ago.
Kaya on the other hand, is in love with (and I pause here while I gag for a moment)...beets. I loathe beets. To me, they smell like dirt. Sweet purple dirt. But Kaya, in surely what is going to be one of her many acts of youthful rebellion, loooves them. After a meal is done and her entire mouth is stained purplish red, she looks like a baby vampire just finishing a ritual sacrifice, which is creepy rather than cute.
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And my break is up for now. Back to the real world where I am behind on my Christmas baking, wrapping, shopping, packing and cleaning. Apparently, I'm getting a Dyson handheld vacuum cleaner as a pre-Christmas gift this year. Eric had to tread lightly, as husbands must do, when bestowing cleaning appliances upon their wives at Christmastime, but I'm genuinely excited. You would be too if you had an 8-month old Cheerio flinging vampire-baby in your house.
3 comments:
VAMPIRE BABY?!
Unless she's a fake vampire that sparkles in the sunshine, don't bring her down here!!!!
Oh Carolyn... where's your sense of adventure!
we'll sooo put her beside you in the middle of the night.. and scare the bejeebees out of ya! bwhahahahahaha..just a little beet juice on yer neck.. and yer toast! =P
uhm... Superhero movies have stories too Gen.. sheesh...
AT LONG LAST! A fellow beet-lover! I am SO thrilled, I can hardly contain my excitement. Kaya and I can bond over the earthy smell of our 2nd favourite root vegetable (next to turnip) simmering in the pot before holiday meals. Your vampire baby is welcome in my home ANYTIME! A kindred beet spirit - I could almost cry with joy. When can we try her on turnip?
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