I don't have a problem with Disney Princesses like some people do. I watched the movies when I was little and didn't come out with any horrible scarring to my self-esteem; I also played with Barbie dolls. I'm not judging... everyone is different. All I'm saying is that I don't really have a problem with my kids liking the Disney princesses so much... especially since they were obsessed with them LOOOOOONG before they ever saw a movie. But over the past week they have watched "Beauty & the Beast" at my parents' house, and Anja loved it! (Greta doesn't really watch.) But even before seeing the movie, she would see a picture of the princesses and she would ask Martin and me to tell her every detail of their stories. It's been many years since I've seen any of those movies and some of them I've never seen at all, so I mostly just tell her the actual stories, with some details from the movies (like names and funny characters) thrown in. After she knows the names she can assign us all parts and we have to BE those parts. Recently she's really been into Aladdin, which she calls "Jasmine" because our Aladdin part (Martin) is always at work. And why would we name a production after someone who's never in it? Anyway, this talking about the princesses and their stories is nonstop to a level I hadn't known was possible in four-year-olds, and it made me realize... THAT'S why people hate the Disney princesses! It has nothing to do with self-esteem, victimizing women, too much emphasis on exterior beauty, etc..... it's just that the parents are so exhausted from hearing about and telling about and discussing at length each and every detail of each and every story of each and every princess that are driven to HATE all things Disney princess--and maybe they don't even see why!!! That has been my observation lately.
Meanwhile, as Anja grows increasingly obsessed with Disney princesses, Greta has her own little attachments. She found this little plastic rabbit, covered in fuzz (this thing is very old... and has seen better days. I'm not sure what the fuzz used to be like, but I'm SURE that there was more of it at one time, years ago.) She promptly named it Sam and brought it home and now it's her best friend. She draws pictures of Sam, Sam goes everywhere with her... it's kind of weird! And cute!
Back during our anniversary I didn't have enough money to buy Martin the gift I'd wanted to get him, which was a fiddle. I didn't want to settle for something made in China, so I got him a lame book and that was it. But lately I came into having a little extra cash of my own, so I sneaked down to the music store here and I bought him this ukulele. It's great! I'm pretty sure he can learn to play it easily because it's pretty basic. It's fun to think up songs that would be great for it... and I can't wait for him to learn it so we can play together! I've learned "Dream a Little Dream of Me" and it's super fun.
Clare's blog I found the recipe/idea for this "snow dough." We made it yesterday and the girls loved it. This stuff is incredible! It's just flour and oil... but the oil amount is perfect. Not enough to make it all greasy and nasty, but just enough to make it clump up a little bit when you press it together. And it makes it REALLY easy to sweep up. It's kind of the consistency of wet sand, except way easier to clean up than sand, which NEVER cleans up... this stuff just brushes off the body (or out of your hair) and sweeps up so easily! It did fill in the cracks of our tables and chairs though... That'll have to be scraped out with a knife, I guess. But it was totally worth it.