Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Rejoining the Living, One Movie at a Time.

How did I miss the existence of Twist Collective? Actually, I see how - the first issue came out right after my mother died last fall, and I was somewhat preoccupied. I like it very much.

I saw UP on Saturday. It was lovely, a truly classic Disney pic - the kids laugh at the action and talking dogs ("Squirrel!") while the grownups are misty about the old man on his last big adventure, which leads to a whole new life. (Oh wait, was that a spoiler? Oops! See it anyway.) The theater was probably 75-80% grownups sans kids at the show we attended, and they all stayed until the "photo album" credits ended. I mean, NOBODY moved. It was amazing.

I have declared this my summer of kid movies - the trailer for G Force had the theater full of mostly grownups howling, and the animation/live action is of course perfect.

These distractions are so welcome, because the 8 to 5 thing is no fun at all.

I do have another baby thing to knit - no, not for a grandchild - and I don't know the baby's gender yet, so I must inquire whether the baby mama knows yet. The owner of the little sweater of a couple weeks back made her appearance on Sunday night, and yes, she's a nice normal sized 7 lb. newborn, not a linebacker like my daughter was (9 lbs., 4.25 oz.), so a newborn sweater will actually fit her.

And the dog is demanding a walk, so that's all, folks!

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I cannot understand why some people are scornful of children's literature and movies.

If they are imaginative, well done, well written, and if they are for the young THEY SHOULD BE, then I cannot see any problem. Developing brains should be offered the very best nourishment, and we are free to enjoy along with the youngsters.

My front-row-forward, Erich, first born, was 10 lb 2 oz. My story is that the 10 lb was OK, it was the last 2 ounces that made my eyes water !!

Gae, in Callala Bay

Catherine said...

UP, like many Disney movies, works on two levels - there's action and a bad guy and a funny bird and talking dogs, so a 5 year old would enjoy it, but the old man's story makes grownups sniffle. The other one with the guinea pig secret agents is just pure crazy silly, but if it's as funny as the trailer I want to see it!

10 lbs.? Whoa. I always said I stopped at 2 because firstborn was 8 lbs. 4 oz and 2nd was 9 lbs. 4 oz. and the trend line scared me. :-)

Anonymous said...

My second, Anne, was a whisker under 8 lb, and a LOT easier, in more ways than one. For one thing, she never developed colic or reflux. Hardly ever cried, and always woke up smiling, unlike the apprentice bear-with-sore-head. Ah memories, Erich is 42, and Anne is 40.

Gae, in Callala Bay

Catherine said...

My son was a colicky screamer for the first 3 months of his life. I felt sorry for my husband, because by the time he got home from work the colic was in full swing and he was like, "Does this kid scream ALL day?" Then it turned off and he was a happy, easygoing baby. His sister never had an off moment - I remember thinking at her first birthday party that she had probably cried for a total of less than an hour of the first year of her life. She'll be 26 next month; boy will be 29 in Sept.

Anonymous said...

Yup, three months to the day. The danger period was from 4 pm to 4 am.
After that he was very easy-going, except at waking-up time. Not too bad if he was able to wake in his own time, but if he had to be woken up for any reason - oh dear.

We were a little luckier, because Ernst is a toolmaker, and started at 6.30 am, he was usually home by 3 pm and got to spend some time with a happy baby, before the colic kicked in.

Gae, in Callala Bay

Catherine said...

Oh, God, my poor husband had to get up at 5 and got home around 7- so the prime screaming hours disturbed his already brief evenings. He was a hero - he walked his son and did the barf down the back thing a few times. We were all so grateful when the colic turned off and the boy became a totally mellow, easygoing, pass him around the party kind of baby. Colic is Hell.

Anonymous said...

Our first cried and screamed, it seemed like, for the first five years. One morning I woke up and dashed into their room to make sure all was well! She was sleeping like the proverbial baby. The second baby, one year one day later was like the direct opposite of her sister. Isn't it amazing?

Lella

Catherine said...

My darling Girlchild had to follow her brother through school, and was amused by teachers who saw the last name and asked if she was Boy's sister? Then they'd try to see a resemblance - Boy is shortish, dark, wiry, with wild curly hair and his great uncle on his mother's side's face (truly, he is his namesake's clone, physically). Girl is taller than any woman in the family, and is a mix of me and her father (eyes and coloring are more like me, from the nose down to the chin, it's her dad). If you put them side by side today, you'd never believe they were siblings - until they open their mouths and are both very smart and very funny. Oh, and Boy has his father's voice - my mother could not tell them apart on the phone. The stuff we pass along is so amazing and fascinating!