I had a mind once. Now I have small children.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
The Case FOR Barbie
I can practically hear the eye-rolling as I type. Yes, I am making a case FOR the Barbie doll. I know, I know... I have a daughter! How can I possibly let my little Peach play with a doll that will make her hate her own body, and teach her that boobs and blonde hair are all that matters? Well, to begin with, I happen to be a former fan of Barbie myself.
I don't exactly remember getting my first Barbie doll, but I DO, very clearly in fact, remember the year that I got Peaches and Cream Barbie and Ken. Oh, how I wanted that beautiful peachy couple!!! And when we went to my Auntie Mets house that Christmas morning, oh so long ago, my wish came true. As I tore through the wrapping paper, I started to see that incredible flowing peach gown, with the orange flower tied around the waist and the stole--the stole!--that could be arranged in so, so many different ways, and I was almost too excited to breathe! Yes, the bodice of the dress was a weird plastic-y, snake pattern with super stiff pointy boobs, but OH, that dress was breathtaking! And then, in the second package, was handsome Ken, with his molded plastic head of hair, and just as dashing as ever, with his tuxedo to match Barbie's dress. I could see my dreams and they were peach polyester perfection.
And now, my daughter is carrying on my love of fashion dolls. She will be five years old tomorrow (I know! OMG! That is a whole other issue in itself!) and basically all she has asked for is Barbie. Oh sure, there are a few ponies and fairies in the mix, but mostly Barbie.
Now let me explain to you why it does not bother me that my little girl is infatuated with Babs.
Barbie has been around for a long time. Has it always been perfect? No, probably not. But it was invented as a PLAY THING. You know, something to inspire IMAGINATION in little girls (and boys, no judging here!). I realize that most toys now give you step by step instructions on how to play with them and which piece goes where and what house they should live in, etc, etc. But, the Barbie doll does not come with instructions. Ever thought about that? No instructions necessary, because the doll inspires girls to act out scenarios with friends, family, pets, and so many other things.
Which leads me right into the fact that Barbie has done pretty much everything and anything. What other doll out there has been a computer programmer, a doctor, an astronaut, a scientist, an architect, a weather girl, a soccer star, a ballerina, a fairy, a mermaid, an actress, a teacher, a big sister, a wife, a friend, and oh so much more? Let's be honest. No other doll has ventured into that many fields. I think it is pretty cool that Barbie knows no limitations. She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. Someone could say, "Oh Barbie, you KNOW a girl can't run for president," and watch how quickly she proves them wrong. Now, THAT is the kind of confidence I want my daughter to have as she grows up.
Ok, sure, she is a fashionista on top of all that. But, really. Show me a woman that wouldn't love a closet full of designer clothes and shoes and I'll show you.... well, nothing. I will show you nothing because I don't think you will find her.
Since we are talking about how Barbie looks, we might as well get to the heart of the matter. A lot of people dislike Ms. Roberts because of her looks. Oh, what? You didn't think she has a last name? Of course she does! Google it! That is right, Barbara Millicent Roberts is put through the gauntlet nearly every day because of her looks. Here is the deal from my humble perspective... She is a DOLL. Of course her proportions are weird! If she was life-size, she would look like a freak. But she is not life-size, she is a doll. I don't see anyone wigging out over the fact that Tinkerbell has wings. OMG! She has wings! Little girls around the world are going to start hating themselves because they CAN'T HAVE THEIR OWN WINGS!!!! What about Monster High? (don't even get me started on those dolls, but bear with me, I am making a point.) I don't imagine that girls are sitting around saying, "Woe is me! I just want purple skin and stitches all over my body to make me beautiful!!!!" And why is that? I am guessing because they understand that Monster High and Tinkerbell are CHARACTERS, not actual people. Let's give our future female population some credit here. And while we are at it.... Cabbage Patch Kids are like real babies? Sure, if your head is abnormally gigantic, your 3 fingers are sewn together and your feet look more like balloons with nubs on the end than actual feet. See what I mean? Imagination, people.
Now, besides her body, B is usually blonde with blue eyes. As a short, sorta stubby, brown-eyed, brown-(sometimes purple)-haired girl, I can't say it really bothers me. I mean, I am kinda used to it. Saying that only Barbie makes blonde the "beauty standard" would be like saying only McDonald's holds the French Fry standard of the world. Plus, if you go down the Barbie aisle these days, you will find that she has friends of many hair color and ethnicity. Wouldn't it be weird if you went to the store one day and found Asian Dora? Shyeah! Dora is a Latina little girl. Just like Barbie is a blonde American. And Doc McStuffins is an African-American, and Kai-lan is Asian, and Twilight Sparkle is a pony, and Hello Kitty is a cat. They are what they are.
I know someone who once told me she would never buy her daughter a Barbie doll because she didn't like the look or attitude that Barbie portrayed. She didn't like that Barbie made it so "unrealistic" to be a woman. Now, she has a daughter who obsesses over the entire Barbie aisle at the toy store. And, well, I think you can see where this is going...
Barbie, my dear friends, is not the enemy. She is just a doll, with a penchant for fashion, that wants to make her mark on the world. Just like so many other fine women that I know in real life. And yes, I am looking forward to seeing Peach's eyes sparkle tomorrow morning, on her 5th birthday, when she wakes up and opens a long-dreamed-for Barbie doll to add to her collection.
Cheers!
~Daisy
Monday, July 22, 2013
Daisy Goes Bipolar Over Back To School
Do you want to know what I did today? Of course you do. Well, first, I checked my news feed on my phone about every 15 seconds to see when the Duchess of Cambridge had been safely delivered of her child. I love that. Safely delivered of a son. Ha! It makes it sound so... sweet and peaceful. I digress. That was actually not ALL that I did today. Are you ready for it? You may want to sit down.
I registered my baby girl--my BABY--for Kindergarten.
I am talking about my little teeny tiny fairy nugget of a baby. Peach is going to Kindergarten. And I must admit, I am feeling a little bipolar about it.
My thoughts today went something like this:
Out loud: "Yay! Peach! Let's go get you registered for Kindergarten!"
Internal Dialogue: "Wait. Peach. You are still a baby. Silly Mommy, thinking you are ready for Kindergarten!"
Out Loud: "Look at your new school! This place looks like fun!"
Internal Dialogue: "Ew. How old is that playground equipment. Looks like a death trap. No way I'm leaving her here without my supervision."
Out Loud: "Hi! I'm here to register my daughter, Peach, for school!"
Internal Dialogue: "Ummm...hello? I am about to trust you with my baby. My youngest child. And I'm really not sure how I feel about it. So, if you would just give me a damn minute to fill out these papers and stop throwing information at me, that would be fab."
Out Loud: "You are going to learn so many new things and make so many new friends, Peach!"
Internal Dialogue: "And I will be sitting at home all alone, without my little shopping buddy. My little curly-haired sidekick. Just get back in my belly, little baby girl!"
I guess it all just sort of snuck up on me. I mean, I really enjoy my alone time. All of the Goombas were in school last year, the boys full-day, and Peach in 1/2 day preschool. I really enjoyed those 3 hours in the afternoon. So, why am I being all weird about Kindergarten? I guess it's because Peach is my baby. When Mario went to school, it was so exciting and new! When Luigi went to school, I knew he was so ready for the adventures that he was beginning! With Peach, well... I guess I just feel like we are closing a chapter in our lives.
I am looking back over some of my old blogs and it really seems like only yesterday that I was losing my mind over peeled crayons and grapes squished on the floor. Although we have been done with diapers for quite some time, I still had "little ones" at home. Now, little sticky fingers that wanted to hold on tight to my hand walking across the street are turning into bigger hands that let go more and more often. Scribbled coloring pages and drawings of happy stick figures with no necks are being replaced with written reports and fancy art projects. Mommy and Daddy are more often becoming Mom and Dad.
This is natural, I know. I am loving watching my Goombas grow and change and learn. They amaze me every day. I am so excited to see them follow their paths and do all kinds of new things. But, it's like... You know when you are "in" something, and it kind of feels like it will never end, and you will always be stuck "there?" Then, suddenly, one day you realize, you aren't "there" anymore. Now you are "here" and you aren't really sure how you got there. You know you muddled through, but you forget why you felt so stuck and how the days and hours seemed to just drag on sometimes. And then you look at the beautiful beings that you have been teaching, nourishing, and loving and you think, "I am so blessed to have been there for all those moments... the really, really long ones, and the ones that flew by too quickly," and then it kinda takes your breath away for a minute.
Of course, five minutes later, you are all getting into the van, and those "beautiful beings" are screaming at one another over who got their seatbelt on first and you think, "Oh dear, LORD, these kids need to get back to school, like, YESTERDAY!!!"
Cheers and love to all!
~Daisy
I registered my baby girl--my BABY--for Kindergarten.
I am talking about my little teeny tiny fairy nugget of a baby. Peach is going to Kindergarten. And I must admit, I am feeling a little bipolar about it.
My thoughts today went something like this:
Out loud: "Yay! Peach! Let's go get you registered for Kindergarten!"
Internal Dialogue: "Wait. Peach. You are still a baby. Silly Mommy, thinking you are ready for Kindergarten!"
Out Loud: "Look at your new school! This place looks like fun!"
Internal Dialogue: "Ew. How old is that playground equipment. Looks like a death trap. No way I'm leaving her here without my supervision."
Out Loud: "Hi! I'm here to register my daughter, Peach, for school!"
Internal Dialogue: "Ummm...hello? I am about to trust you with my baby. My youngest child. And I'm really not sure how I feel about it. So, if you would just give me a damn minute to fill out these papers and stop throwing information at me, that would be fab."
Out Loud: "You are going to learn so many new things and make so many new friends, Peach!"
Internal Dialogue: "And I will be sitting at home all alone, without my little shopping buddy. My little curly-haired sidekick. Just get back in my belly, little baby girl!"
I guess it all just sort of snuck up on me. I mean, I really enjoy my alone time. All of the Goombas were in school last year, the boys full-day, and Peach in 1/2 day preschool. I really enjoyed those 3 hours in the afternoon. So, why am I being all weird about Kindergarten? I guess it's because Peach is my baby. When Mario went to school, it was so exciting and new! When Luigi went to school, I knew he was so ready for the adventures that he was beginning! With Peach, well... I guess I just feel like we are closing a chapter in our lives.
I am looking back over some of my old blogs and it really seems like only yesterday that I was losing my mind over peeled crayons and grapes squished on the floor. Although we have been done with diapers for quite some time, I still had "little ones" at home. Now, little sticky fingers that wanted to hold on tight to my hand walking across the street are turning into bigger hands that let go more and more often. Scribbled coloring pages and drawings of happy stick figures with no necks are being replaced with written reports and fancy art projects. Mommy and Daddy are more often becoming Mom and Dad.
This is natural, I know. I am loving watching my Goombas grow and change and learn. They amaze me every day. I am so excited to see them follow their paths and do all kinds of new things. But, it's like... You know when you are "in" something, and it kind of feels like it will never end, and you will always be stuck "there?" Then, suddenly, one day you realize, you aren't "there" anymore. Now you are "here" and you aren't really sure how you got there. You know you muddled through, but you forget why you felt so stuck and how the days and hours seemed to just drag on sometimes. And then you look at the beautiful beings that you have been teaching, nourishing, and loving and you think, "I am so blessed to have been there for all those moments... the really, really long ones, and the ones that flew by too quickly," and then it kinda takes your breath away for a minute.
Of course, five minutes later, you are all getting into the van, and those "beautiful beings" are screaming at one another over who got their seatbelt on first and you think, "Oh dear, LORD, these kids need to get back to school, like, YESTERDAY!!!"
Cheers and love to all!
~Daisy
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Drama Aint' Just for Girls...
Another typical night in the Mario house. We are getting ready to eat dinner. Since my oh so graceful injury, my dear Bowser has been doing MUCH of the housework. (By the way, Bowse, my man, thank you and I love you!). Bowser and I had chicken caesar salad wraps, and since the Goombas wouldn't touch lettuce if it were dripping in chocolate (or ketchup in Luigi's case), they were having nuggets and fries.
I was starving. Starving! I needed to eat immediately. So, the wraps were done before the nugs and fries. We all sat down at the table and said grace and I started stuffing my face. Meanwhile, Bowser was still waiting for the fries to come out of the oven. Luigi was getting desperate. He needed some french fries. Not just wanted, but NEEDED some french fries. He started frantically looking around.
"Wait? What? Where are the fries???" he cried.
Bowser said, "What fries? I ate them all already."
Wrong. Answer. Daddy.
As Bowser was trying to get the very hot fries out of the oven, Luigi started crying. But, not just crying. Actual wailing over the "loss" of his beloved potato-y goodness.
"Daaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyyyy," he howled, "wwwwhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyy?????? Why did you eat all the fries????????????????????????"
Bowser replied, "Well, I was hungry." I would just like to state for the record here that I knew this was a bad, bad, bad response. However, as previously stated, I was so hungry that I could have eaten my actual plate. I was not interested in stopping an argument at that particular moment.
Suddenly, Luigi, my dear sweet child, screamed, "Daddy! You have RUINED MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! RUINED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Now, I might have expected this from a teenager. Or from Peach, who at 4 years old is on a level of drama I could never even try to understand. I did not expect it from my 6-year-old son.
Fast forward 5 minutes. There are, indeed, french fries at the table. Luigi is happily drowning each one in massive amounts of ketchup.
Bowser says, "Hey, Luigi. I'm sorry I ruined your life."
"Huh?" (as if nothing ever happened.)
"I'm sorry that I said I ate all the french fries and ruined your life," Bowser said.
"Oh," Luigi said nonchalantly. "Well, I THOUGHT you did. But, now I have some fries, so you really didn't."
Well. At least we got that cleared up.
Cheers!
~Daisy
I was starving. Starving! I needed to eat immediately. So, the wraps were done before the nugs and fries. We all sat down at the table and said grace and I started stuffing my face. Meanwhile, Bowser was still waiting for the fries to come out of the oven. Luigi was getting desperate. He needed some french fries. Not just wanted, but NEEDED some french fries. He started frantically looking around.
"Wait? What? Where are the fries???" he cried.
Bowser said, "What fries? I ate them all already."
Wrong. Answer. Daddy.
As Bowser was trying to get the very hot fries out of the oven, Luigi started crying. But, not just crying. Actual wailing over the "loss" of his beloved potato-y goodness.
"Daaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyyyy," he howled, "wwwwhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyy?????? Why did you eat all the fries????????????????????????"
Bowser replied, "Well, I was hungry." I would just like to state for the record here that I knew this was a bad, bad, bad response. However, as previously stated, I was so hungry that I could have eaten my actual plate. I was not interested in stopping an argument at that particular moment.
Suddenly, Luigi, my dear sweet child, screamed, "Daddy! You have RUINED MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! RUINED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Now, I might have expected this from a teenager. Or from Peach, who at 4 years old is on a level of drama I could never even try to understand. I did not expect it from my 6-year-old son.
Fast forward 5 minutes. There are, indeed, french fries at the table. Luigi is happily drowning each one in massive amounts of ketchup.
Bowser says, "Hey, Luigi. I'm sorry I ruined your life."
"Huh?" (as if nothing ever happened.)
"I'm sorry that I said I ate all the french fries and ruined your life," Bowser said.
"Oh," Luigi said nonchalantly. "Well, I THOUGHT you did. But, now I have some fries, so you really didn't."
Well. At least we got that cleared up.
Cheers!
~Daisy
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