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Halloween Costumes Courtesy of Your Local ‘Whores R Us’

So….

THIS…       OR  THIS…   

At the risk of offending at least half of you, that’s my question.  Are these equally good ideas?  Moms of girls out there, tell me if you agree:  I think some of these girls’ costumes are getting a little risqué.  I mean, I know Britney’s cool and all, but seriously?  Are you okay with this?

Here’s the thing:  as a mom of three boys, I monitor costumes for gore and weaponry.  Thankfully the schools don’t allow these anyway, so, for once, they’ve got my back.  And even though I don’t have girls, well, I AM one, right?  I still know a little bit about the miniatures of my gender.

My neighbor’s eight-year-old daughter is dressing up as Britney Spears tomorrow night.  She’ll have a t-shirt on under the stylish belly shirt, and will feel very cool with her headset, I’m sure.  And, you know, I guess that’s fine.  She’s a little girl imitating a star—just good fun, right? 

But then, then I hesitate, because there’s this other little nagging part of me saying, “Nope, this is not alright.”  Because of all of the choices out there, why choose that one?  Why emulate the girl who’s latest video has her writhing naked in the steam room?  It’s not just Britney that troubles me.  It’s the slew of fake cleavage, high heels, and skirts designed to show off your thong that really make me nervous.  Why not pop on over to familyfun.com and make yourself a Fairy Princess costume?  Or pay someone to make it?  Or buy something more innocuous at Costco?  A dalmation!  A witch!  Anything!

In her Motherlode column for the NYTimes, Lisa Belkin wrote about Girls’ Costumes Gone Wild.  Like me, Ms. Belkin hasn’t shopped for girl’s costumes.  She notes that as a child when she dressed as a cat she used “a black leotard and tights from ballet class, with a hand-sewn and stuffed tail.”  This version made her more like “Felix the Cat, not Halle Berry as Catwoman.”  And that’s just the thing.  More and more I see us pushing girls to be women, while women are starving themselves to look like girls.  (But, wait, that’s neither here nor there; it’s a different post altogether.  Sorry about that!)

As the mom of boys, though, I know I’d much rather see my son’s future girlfriend and wife dressed as Felix.  Catwoman can date someone else.  For sure.

Am I off base?  Is it just fun?  What do you think?

And, for the record, I’m considering the Britney costume myself. (No, not really.  Come on, people!  I have three boys:  I’m going as a Jedi!)

Brett Favre: My Second Favorite QB

Now I know that lots of you want to talk about shopping (I heard the Gap Outlet has some very good deals right now) or politics (hmmm, silence for now), or love (didn’t you see the handsome pictures of my husband yesterday), but I am here to talk about something much more important.

Well, first, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my husband.  Because, of course, that’s most important.
But I digress.  Since our son was two years old, the child has loved football.  This love is something I don’t entirely understand, although I am passionate about other things, so I suppose I recognize his enthusiasm.  But how a three-year old can sit and watch an entire NFL game, and actually learn things, this I don’t get.  He didn’t get it from me, surely, and not from his dad, either.  My husband likes football, but he’s no lazy-all-weekend in the armchair quarterback kind of guy.  So we raise this boy, this boy who absolutely loves this game, and this year, he got to play quarterback.  And he loves it.
But unfortunately, his favorite NFL QB no longer plays for his favorite team.  The guy he’s cheered for since he learned about this game up and left the Packers, in a much ballyhooed departure, and is playing for the Jets.
(Photos from better days.)



Despite the heartache, my boy has remained a staunch Packers fan.  Just the other day he told me, “Mom, you’re a little too angry about Brett Favre.”  He’s right.  Good thing kids have perspective these days.
I know it’s controversial (hey, at least I’m not talkin’ about Palin here, you betcha), but I think the Packers made a bad call on this one.  Brett’s given an awful lot to the game of football, and if he had another year in him, I think they should’ve cheered him on to the end.  Clearly, the coaching staff missed my note on that one.  Darn.  And I thought I explained it so nicely.
Yesterday, in the NY Times, Greg Bishop wrote a wonderful article about “The Brett Favre Backup Club,” the 18 men who played backup QB to Brett during his 17 years with the Packers.  To a man, they all said good things about our favorite player, even though they didn’t see much time on the field playing behind Brett Favre.  But what I most appreciated in the article was something I already knew:  that, despite his waffling about retirement, Brett’s a good guy. When Hasselbeck came to the team as a backup QB ten years ago, Brett Favre was already on his way to being the big-time player he is today.  Greg Bishop interviewed Hasslebeck about what it was like to meet Brett, and in his article, he writes,

“At their first meeting, Favre turned to Hasselbeck and said, “Hi, I’m Brett.”  “He introduced himself as if I didn’t know who he was,” Hasselbeck said. “I had this image, from the quarterbacks I had been around, of this QB attitude. Brett was normal.” 

Seeing him in a Jets uniform is anything but.  I’m not posting any pictures of that.
Next time, no football, I promise.  Maybe shopping, or politics, or love…  Stay tuned.
And if any of you have thoughts on this, I’d love to hear them.  Am I crazy?  Am I right?  (Oh, come on, you know I am!)  Check the team stats:  bet the Packers are having second thoughts now!
One last thing:  Happy Birthday to you, too, Brett Favre.

The Morning Shift

So it’s come to this:  kids in shifts.  No, honey, not the dress kind of shift.  I’m talking about the we-all-have-to-be-at-school-at-different-times kind of shift.  This summer, we enjoyed lazy morning that didn’t really get started until close to noon.

We played at the beach,

 

took dares on the tube,

 

raced go-carts,

 

and ate lots of cake.

Here’s what morning looks like now:

Yep, that’s me.  That’s my basic disposition after getting my 6 year-old up at 6:40 and out the door at 7:15.  That’s how I still feel when I wake my 12-year old at 7:15, to get him outside by 8:05.  And, I must admit, the bear is  still hanging around at 7:40 when I wake my 9-year old, the most difficult of the bunch to rouse—he’s been blessed with my early morning chipperness—and walk him to his bus at 8:20.

How long until summer break?

And, on an entirely different and less-bear-like note, can you believe it?  It’s been a whole year out here in blogland.  Happy Blogoversary to me!