BeTwinned

When I started BeTwinned, I wanted it to be an online magazine with feature articles. Once I got it up and running and my post-journalism school life turned out a lot different than I had imagined (and I had absolutely no time to feed this creation with feature articles), I realized that it would be better just to make BeTwinned a blog.

So, I’ve been wanting to write more “bloggy” and to create a blogroll of all the blogs I read and to do other things on the site that would be generally, well, bloggy.

But I haven’t really gotten around to it. Tho, I plan to do it this summer when I have two months off from my job. Yes, I have two months off in the summer. You can hate me, I can take it.

Anyway, something so funny happened this morning, and it’s something so random and it’s such a short story, I thought, “How could I possibly create a whole, meaningful entry about this one little thing?”

I decided that I couldn’t do all those perfect things and that this would be the day that I would start blogging at BeTwinned. Really blogging, like all the other Mommy Bloggers I read. Having fun and writing short, pithy posts if I damn well feel like it. And writing stuff that I probably couldn’t get away with on my Disney parenting blog, Mommy! Mommy!.

Here goes.

My husband’s twin sister sent my daughters a box of Disney videos, like Mulan, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White, etc.

I asked them this morning if they’d like to watch a new video from their stack (they’ve been watching Peter Pan over and over), and they said yes. I offered up Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, and they said yes.

Djuna said, “Is Snow White and the Seven Whores scary?”

I looked breathlessly at my husband, who looked like he was about ready to piss himself, so I knew I had heard her right.

I said, “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t hear you. Could you please say that again?”

Call me horribly cruel, but I had to hear her say it again.

And she did. I had to step out of the room, I was laughing so hard.

We watched the movie together in small pieces (that is one bitchy, freaky queen/witch, in case you have forgotten) throughout the day, and “whores” changed from “dwores” to “warses” to its current incarnation: “warves.”

I guess it is a pretty hard word to say for a three-year-old.

Last year I wrote about the “anxiety of the mom at the hunt” and discussed my thoughts about stacking the deck for success at my girls’ first Easter egg hunt.

It turned out that the deck was already stacked by the generous fire fighters in town. No kid at our local egg hunt could possibly go away empty-handed.

This year, Dinah and Djuna are aware of what an egg hunt is, so I had to explain that in our park hunt, there aren’t really that many eggs to find. I told them that there is candy to collect everywhere instead of having lots of hidden eggs. There are actually a few golden eggs to find, but there are only a few and most of the hundreds of kids at the hunt won’t find one.

But Djuna was very excited to find a golden egg. At the hunt, Djuna really wanted to find a golden egg, and Dinah focused on gathering candy.

At one point, we passed a family with a little just-walking toddler, and they found a golden egg in the damp grass just as we were passing. I called Dinah and Djuna over so they could at least see a golden egg. This only made Djuna more determined.

As soon as we moved away from the golden family, my friend ran over to me (Auntie Lisa a.k.a. “Sleesla;” she sweetly braved the rain to come Easter Egg hunting with us) and told me that the family had actually brought their own golden egg.

Brilliant, I thought! What a fun and innocent way to let a little one have some fun than to let them find a home-brought golden egg over and over again. Parents’ ingenuity never ceases to amaze me.

I don’t think I could have pulled this over on my kids, because they knew that people were bringing the eggs up to the fire fighters at the microphone to redeem them for big Easter baskets.

But that’s OK. We went up to the head of the city’s Volunteer Fire Fighters’ Association and asked to touch one of the golden eggs. Djuna liked that just fine. Dinah shook the Easter bunny’s hand while Djuna panicked, and once again this year, a good time was had by all.