So, I have concocted a plan.
Many of you may know already about my mixed feelings regarding the
Twilight Saga. On the one hand, like almost everyone I know who has
read them, once I started I had a hard time putting them down. I
thought a lot about this and came to the conclusion that it's the angst
in them - Stephanie Meyers writes awesome teen angst, which means that
teens LOVED the books, and adults read them with an ever increasing
sense of nostalgia for that time in our lives
when WE felt that way. It's not that they were particularly good - but
they gave me the same sensation that I get when I sit down and watch The
Breakfast Club, especially at the end when the credits roll and the
theme song comes on...
Anyway, that being said, the movies are awful.
Awful, awful, awful. And I ADORE them. I went and saw New Moon in the
theater and cackled like a mad woman all the way through it. If any of
you care - by the way - I am firmly on Team Jacob. After reading the
books I was sort of a fence sitter, but slightly more on Team Edward.
The movies, with their spectacularly shirtless scenes, tipped the
scales 100% in favor of Taylor Lautner. I'm sorry - smoking hot,
brilliantly bronzed, ACTUALLY BREATHING guy vs. pasty white, scrawny
chicken, glitter statue dude; no contest.
But I digress. However much glee I get out of the
movies, and however much angsty value I can recognize in the books, the
fact remains that when it comes to vampires, Joss Whedon is my king in
the land of Buffytopia. His vampires are evil. They literally have NO
SOULS, unless they have been cursed by a gypsy or taunted by an evil
demon thingey to get it back. If you have no idea what I am talking
about then you need to come to my house RIGHT NOW and sit down for the
next week and watch all seven seasons of Buffy (side note - Jen Bridge,
do you still have our copy of Season 1?)
So my plan is as follows: The next Twilight movie
comes out November 18th. Between now and then I wish to cast and
rehearse a live version of Buffy, the Musical. Then, on opening night
of Twilight, I would like to stage a street performance outside a
theater that has lines and lines of people waiting to see Twilight. We
could have a little billboard that says "Our vampires could kick your
vampires ass." Then we could do Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog for act
two, because we need an act two.
Who's with me?
*****
Charlotte
has turned one! I made her a cake, and she got a pile of presents (all
of which are second hand fisher price little people sets. we've been
opening them one at a time over the course of several days. Yay, ebay!)
Elliot ran around her going "Happy Birthday Today Miss Charlotte!"
and she gave all of us slobber kisses. It was great.
I am anxious for her to begin walking. I'm not sure
why, I know that it will cause more problems than it will solve, at
least for a while, but she WANTS to be independantly mobile so badly, I
am hoping for her sake that it will happen. Thus far, however, she
mostly just walks holding on to fingers or push toys or furniture, and
if you DO get her to let go of everything she will throw herself at the
nearest adult, shrieking with laughter and solid in her belief that you
will manage to catch her before she hits the floor.
Betting is now open - pick a date and time when I will miss. Closest guess without going over wins the pool.
*****
I
going to open a food joint some day. I say "food joint" and not
"restaurant" because I'm going to name it "Or the Highway" and I'm going
to serve the same meal to everyone who walks in the door. If you don't
want to have the fancy five course dinner I've planned, go somewhere
else. If the family style, giant pot of chicken and dumplings with new
peas is not to your liking, walk out again. The only think that I will
promise is that (a) the food will be good and (b) whatever's posted for
the day is actually what I'm making, so if you have dietary restrictions
you can make your choice ahead of time. I will cook with things that
are seasonal and local - except when I'm in the mood to buy something
flown in from China or France. Since all of you know me if you are
planning on coming to town and want to come to "Or the Highway" you can
call in advance and ask me to make your favorite foods. You will be the
lucky few.
****
I've been having some
issues with Elliot. Not behavior issues - he has those, but I more or
less am confidant in my ability to handle them. No, the issues I speak
of are emotional. My boy has become totally clingy, and not only that,
just recently he's started rejecting other people, in what seems to be a
bid for more love from me.
Lemme splain...
No, that take too long, lemme sum up...
Thank you William Goldman.
Anyway,
what I'm talking about, back to that; the clingy first. His new
favorite thing to ask me? "Mamma, will you always be with me?"
followed up by "Mamma, do you love me always?" and that's followed by
"Mamma, will you hold and carry me so I won't be scared because you love
me always?" He literally wants me to hold him HOURS out of every day.
He wants me every morning, every night, and all day long every day in
between. Unless he is watching TV or playing a video game (yes, I let
him do both those things, every day during Charlotte's nap. I am a bad
mother, but a practical woman) he will not let me leave the room he is
in. If he's happily playing and I get up to go to bathroom he will run
shrieking after me going "I don't want to be by myself!" If he's with
Waxor and I get up and leave the room I hear a wail behind me "But I
want to be with MOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAA!!!!"
I know this is a response to Charlotte and her ever
increasing need for attention in her own right, but good LORD! I feel
like I have a cling-on.
And the rejection... he
told me yesterday that he didn't love Daddy or Miss Charlotte anymore.
Just me. It's obvious that this is not true, he's just saying it,
but... but... what do I say to that? I've told him that I love all of
them, and that I can never run out of love, so I have plenty for all of
them, but that has not helped. I've told him that if he wants to say
that it's okay, but he needs to be nice to Daddy and Miss Charlotte
anyway, and that has actually precipitated a tantrum. He wants me, just
me, and all of me.
How does one deal with this?
****
I have to go lay the law down, I've got two wailing babies in the living room.
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