Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Ruby Tuesday: Rolling In the Deep

This is a picture that Ruby drew in anticipation of the Oscars. Being only eight years old, she hasn't seen many nominated movies (other than almost every single one in the Animated category), but she is a fan of Adele. So, this is a picture of Adele singing "Skyfall." Behind her is a random and very gnarly rock star. Because that's how Adele rolls.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Ain't No Party Like an Oscar Party

I love the Oscars. I love movies, I love clothes, I love celebrities, but most of all, I love any excuse to throw an absolutely ridiculous party in my own home. Now, my Oscar party is not huge -- in fact, we only invite one other family. There are a couple of reasons for this -- the main one being that I have a four-year-old boy who likes to annoy people when they watch and needs to go to bed about the time they start handing out the awards for the short films. So it's not a big party, but it is a FANCY party. Fanciness is the key.

So we rolled out the red carpet, poured some champagne (and later, my husband's expertly made Old Fashioneds), and dined on some fine fair including deviled eggs with caviar. Caviar is one of my secret favourite snacks (I know, I know), so any chance to eat it without looking like a ponce is a chance I'm going to take. 

As for the awards: Argo = okay, but not the best movie I've ever seen, Silver Linings Playbook look likes it has too much dancing in it (admittedly, I haven't actually seen it), I haven't seen Lincoln but I don't generally like biopics (though good gravy, is Daniel Day Lewis every handsome in a tux), and I love Les Miserables even though I can see that it is deeply, deeply flawed as a film. Seth MacFarlane? I generally can't stand The Family Guy and found a lot of his jokes really offensive (No, not the boobs song, which was supposed to be offensive, but definitely the jibes against slavery, Jews, and women). But who cares? There was caviar.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Kitchen, Lately

Fancy Franks 'n' Beans, Candy Decorated Cupcakes, Hot Tuna, Shrimp Elegante, Lemon Macaroon Torte

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Songs, Games, & Fun

I was digging through our record collection to find something suitable to play at Ruby's birthday party for that pass-the-present game where you wrap a small gift in 10 layers of wrapping paper and let the kids unwrap it musical chair-style (it's a great time killer and they seem to love it). I ended up using It's A Small World, but found this little gem while I was looking. In fact, it was the first record I pulled off the shelf. So crazy and perfect considering the havoc that was about the be unleashed into my home.

But here's the thing: how did I not know that I owned this? It seems like it would be something I would have remembered buying, right? We do have a fairly healthy record collection, but it's not so huge that I wouldn't know that I have a weird kids record from the '60s with the least photogenic collection of children ever on the cover. Where did this thing come from?

So, excuse me while I go purge my junk drawer and watch a couple of episodes of Hoarders to inspire me to get my house in order.

Saturday, February 02, 2013

Now we are 8

Eight years ago, I became a parent. A doctor cut my belly open, pulled a tiny screaming baby out, and I was a parent. The baby screamed a lot. And then she screamed some more. She screamed so loud that sometimes her dad would hear her from down the street, even though we were on the second floor of a brick house with all the windows closed.

She doesn't scream much anymore. But she sings, and plays the piano, and writes stories, and tells jokes, and smiles, and charms just about anyone who meets her. I can't believe that she was somehow crafted from our DNA, yet she is so much more magical than either my husband and I. Whatever she has going for her right now, it's great, and I hope to the heavens that the pain and agony of teenage girlhood doesn't take any of that away from her. Keep your spirit strong, young Ruby. If I could give you any gift, it would be the ability to do just that.

Anyway, happy 8th birthday, young lady. You're the best.