Princess Tirade

for halloween, luna is going to be a.... guess... a pink princess! of course! we were on a rare trip to the store (i generally avoid talking her for this reason) and found a pretty damn cute princess costume that is not all disney-ish and shitty... long-sleeved even!

i try to indulge her when i can so i don't get coerced into the barbie/disney shit... she sees so little of that in her life (t-shirts on kids at school and a few friends' houses) but she is obsessed! i am trying to find a balance so she doesn't totally rebel... ha!

trying to keep the grandparents in check is the hardest thing about it all! they see one pink sparkly thing and they think all bets are off... a slippery slope i tell you!

i can easily see the value in the pretend/play aspect of the fairy/princess crap, i just loathe all the disney marketing and skinny-waisted fakeness of it... if i can keep her on fairies in books and stuff from bookbug, we are doing OK...luna is (and has been for a while) really into dressing and undressing dolls... like every day, twice a day... she does this with the doll of the week... i really think that is her thing with barbie's... she loves dressing and undressing them.. my friend has pointed me toward "groovy girls" so i think that is where we are headed with all this... soft, cool, dolls with normal bodies and cute stuff instead of whore clothing...

Blogworthy Boy

I worked all day Saturday-- like 7am to midnight kind of day. I took 35 teenagers to Cleveland on a charter bus to see this super-cool museum exhibit called Race: Are We So Different? We are preparing for it to come here to Kalamazoo in 2010. At any rate, I was exhausted on Sunday-- achy and missing my little girl. It was a gorgeous Sunday here and so I was trying to get her to go outside with me and work in the yard. She was having none of it so the Mister (who I thought just wanted some alone time) suggested we go to the park near our house.

We ended up running into some friends there so we stayed longer than planned. I expected to come back to a napping Papa. Instead, we came home to a wonderfully clean-smelling house! He had been bitten by some kind of bug and had mopped and scoured the kitchen and downstairs bathroom! He had scrubbed out garbage cans and used all sorts of yummy smelling natural cleaning products!

I have to say that he is generally quite helpful but it is usually my idea. I bug him a bit and give him a few days notice and then we have a big (or little) cleaning bee--complete with Dolly Parton music blaring.

This time, though, he scrubbed and scoured all on his own and that, my friends, is what made it such an amazing gift to this exhausted pregnant Mama. Thank you, loverbutt!