I've been doing a little decorating in S's room lately. I put up some new curtains, hung some new artwork. I'm quite pleased with how it is looking. So much so that I have to repress a little squeal of delight each time I walk into his room.
The curtains. The curtains make me crazy. Nate thinks I'm crazy. But I can't help it. They look wonderful. See for yourselves:
Here is a slightly better view. At the end of the bed notice the new piece of art.
I found it in this etsy shop, and I love it very much. S is also a fan. Poleroid transfer. Brilliant.
Finally, I scored this pull down map of Asia from my dad. I don't know how old it is; the names of the countries are no longer up to date. But I like maps, and the colors in this one are fabulous. Nate scratched his head when I showed him. What style are you going for here, he asked me. Um, I don't know, honey... sophisticated kitsch?
I've been doing a lot of thrown-together delicious sandwiches this week. Summertime is good for that. I ate this for breakfast one morning: leftover bacon, tomato, havarti cheese, and whole basil leaves.
Then, for dinner a few days later it was a similar affair: sweet corn, and sandwich with bacon, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. Your classic BLTC. Or BCLT. Or BTLC. None of them are very catchy, are they? Still, delicious.
Guys, you know I try hard not to judge other parents. I like to assume everyone is doing the best they can, and I know that I am the furthest thing from a perfect mother. But I witnessed something today that made me want to explode. Nate and I went to see the new Batman, a movie described as dark and disturbing by many adult viewers. There were a lot of young kids in the movie --- seven, eight, nine, around there. That made me slightly uncomfortable. The family that really took the prize for my wrath, though, ushered in a little boy who couldn't have been more than three years old. I seriously felt sick to my stomach the whole two and a half hours we sat there. I tried to focus on the movie, but my eyes kept wandering down to the front row where they sat, catching sight of his little towhead, being reminded of my own blondie and his fresh slate of a mind. I cannot, cannot understand or forgive these parents for exposing their little baby to such violence and darkness. What can they be thinking? To me, this is a form of child abuse. At the very least, these parents exhibited ignorance and selfishness. Why not wait until it comes to the video store, put your poor little child to bed, and watch it then? The only possible answer is: You are both selfish and stupid. I wish the movie theater could create rules against such grotesquely bad parenting decisions. Maybe I should write a letter. Start a campaign.
Too bad all the readers of this blog are thoroughly good and competant parents and do not need all of this great wisdom and judgement I am dishing out. I'm preaching to the choir, I know. So now I will stop.
The upside of the deal was that we got some free movie tickets on the way out. Apparently the air conditioning was broken (we didn't notice), someone else complained and scored us all free passes. We have to use them within a month or they'll expire, so maybe we'll go see Wall-E. That way I could share the theater with children and not have my heart broken.