New babysitter coming over for a couple of get to know each other hours. Fingers crossed. Mac and I have role-played how things should go. Of course we role-played using polemon figures, but whatever works. Mac is starting to do well acting out real life situations with the figures to come to terms with things.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yes. I mean, I assume you have to get permission to use the music, so I would think it had to be planned. Of course, I have no doubt that they could have arranged it last minute with Dion, given her story.
Oh, rights-wise. It might be something she uses sometimes or knew she might like to use and already has permission. Or maybe they don't need permission? Not sure how that works. Barb likely knows.
And, yeah, I can hardly see Celine saying 'no'.
I was thinking that, based on the lyrics, it was a recent choice. (It is essentially all about dying--leaving this earth, ending your suffering, flying toward the light.)
See now, THIS is what you get for being bi-lingual! These sorts of questions in your life!
Also, the crying.
And that, yes.
Of course, I cry at Morgan Freeman's VISA commercials, so I'm not sure that's saying much.
Elves, fairies, unicorns: all real. And yesterday when we were out walking through the neighborhood I pointed out an especially gussied-up multi-pastel Victorian as "colored like an Easter egg," and Matilda said, "It's the Easter Bunny's house. Yeah. He lives there."
Isn't it great that you live where there are somewhat better than average odds of the house's owner confirming Matilda's belief by walking out dressed in a bunny suit at some point?
When my sister was three she had not just an imaginary friend, but an imaginary family.
Jill was her age. She had a little brother named Chalk and a baby sister named Gunchick. They lived with their parents at the foot of the hill in a little white house.
I was SO psyched for Halloween because I wanted to see how she'd act when we trick-or-treated there. We knocked on the door, got our candy, and when I was all, "Well!!! Was that Jill? Was that her mom?" She just said, "No, they moved."