August 2010 - A night of Beignets, Dumbo & Half Dressed Women

2012-02-12T15:59:00.000-08:00

08/2010

We bought the movie “Princess and the frog”. A little girl who grew up in the south; New Orleans to be exact. A little girl who loved to cook. And of course comin’ from New Orleans she cut her teeth on beignets and Gumbo; you can’t get much more southern French than that. With cooking, music and a fairy tale ending what 7 year old little girl wouldn't love it - Riley was hooked! “Mom, whats in dumbo?” “In what?” A lot of times when they miss-pronounce something I make them say it twice, just to make sure I heard them right. “Dumbo.” A little unsure of herself. I smiled and proceeded to tell her everything I knew was in dumbo. Riley is now determined to make “dumbo”, gumbo as we know it. I never have corrected her. And I’ve never told Reid that “en-ems” are really m&ms or “rt22” is really r2d2. At the age of almost 6 he’s never had a “sandwich” only “swamich’s” and if you listened to Reid you really never got anything built because he only followed the “destructions”. I know, I know. Shame on me; a mother is suppose to help educate their children; but it’s these cute little quirkisms that keep them alive. Otherwise their just miniature teenagers and how cute is that? Not cute enough.

Now, as for Reid, he can’t stand Princess and the frog” – not enough action or gadgets. Unless it’s got stuff blowing up or really hot women on it then Reid, he aint interested. One night Rory and I started to watch the movie A Family Man. It wasn’t animated but rated pg. Of course, if it’s not animated then it only takes both our kids 6 seconds to announce “Noooo…” with a bunch of whine behind it. “I don’t wanna watch this.” Again, with enough whine that the twang in their voice hurts your ears. So the movie has this guy and girl laying in bed; this beautiful, well built woman stands up, her back to the camera (thank goodness) wearing nothing but black panties. Reid over in the chair, “I don’t wanna watch………….” Rory and I looked over to see if he’d forgotten how to speak or if he’d fallen asleep. Eyes wide open and glued to the tv, “I like this movie.” Rory and I start laughing. “Really! I do like this movie. Let’s watch this movie!” pleading us to not shut it off. So I figured out quickly that my son likes girls; which makes me feel good as a mom, but yet his interest at such a young age has me a bit worried.

And to think, this is just today...

August 2010 - A night of Beignets, Dumbo & Half Dressed Women