Tuesday, June 24, 2008

My hopes...

1. Leslie will start blogging on this page. Why you ask? I get all the useless information posted just fine on here all by myself, you say? Well, all knowing people you are... I recently checked out the calendar on the fridge and noticed some stuff like, "first smile," "first real bath," etc., etc.. all the stuff I forget to post here that would be really good for the scrap book concept I've got for this thing anyway. I've made it REALLLLY easy for her, all she has to do is email it! Chances of this happening?

2. Emily keeps liking Star Wars. Today she asked me (okay, I asked her) to watch Star Wars. We started watching and she LOVED Darth Vader. I kept telling her he wasn't very nice, and she kept asking me, "how does he make that sound?" Then when I told her it was him breathing through his mask, she wanted me to make the sound over and over. After nap time today she wanted to watch again (her idea!) so we did. Same breathing conversation, but hey.. she's watching it!

However, during this viewing of Star Wars something very disturbing popped up. Every time something happened that involved lasers, "hooteeney!" followed by shooting, or large sticks waving in the air as the movie goes forward, then rewound, then forward again (okay, how many of you know what scenes I'm talking about???)she would ask me, "are they being killed?" ... What did my almost 4 year old daughter just ask me? So I'd reply, "You mean, who's getting hurt and getting owies?"

"No, are they getting killed?"

Not ready for this, not ready for this, not ready for this... [Really? Not ready? And you're watching... STAR WARS???] This kind of question can't just come up suddenly when watching Star Wars, where did this come from? School? Lemme find the kid.. lemme find the kid who put this in her head :) So I ask Leslie tonight what she thought. She reminded me to think of just about EVERY Disney movie out there.. Dumbo, Aladdin, Bambi, Lion King, and her favorite, Enchanted.. All involve killing or wanting to kill or something along those lines. Then I remember the stories I'm reading her, like Barbie's Princess and the Pauper, where Preminger wants to MURDER the Princess and become King..

Well, still not ready. So, from now on, no Disney movies, no Star Wars, no nothing. I'll just strap her to a chair in her room and sing "wheels on the bus" for the next twenty or so years.

One final moment of funniness that I couldn't pass up posting today. Benjamin is suffering from a little explosion of acne, which is really disturbing Leslie (obviously she didn't know me during my teenage years.. hahahah, wait till she sees THOSE pictures, even before the Klingon Gorches appearing on my nose in my later years), and Emily noticed them today.

"He's being silly, daddy."
"How is he being silly?"
"He's got polka dots.."

Classic. I don't know how comedies could be so bad in Hollywood. All they need to do is listen to some four year olds :)

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