So, you had questions. No nail-pulling or thumb-screws required, I have answers.
wanted to know what muppet I am most like.
While I would love to come up with somebody cool like Janice
, and while I could probably pass for a curmudgeon like Waldorf
these days, I would probably venture to say Betty Lou
. She's an optimist, she likes to sing, and she's clearly influenced by Dorothy Gale. Of course, as the muppet wiki notes is a common mistake, I think I am also confusing her with Prairie Dawn
and compounding them into one muppet, because I was going to say she's also pretty pragmatic and it comes out on rare occasion that she's tougher than she seems. Sounds about right. So um, that made-up composite? That one. Prairie Betty Loudawn. That's me.
New reader Backpacking Dad
(Hi! Welcome!) is a foodie of some order it seems, and is wondering what my favourite type of pepper is and how I like to use it. And specifies that he is speaking culinarily. Apparently he also has some imagination... ahem.
To be honest, I am a huge wimp about heat in food, and it makes it entirely unpleasant for me, so my favourite type of pepper is the green bell pepper, not any of the various capsaicin-producing varities. I love the fresh taste of green peppers though, so this is no fallback position for me. My favourite thing, truly, is to eat them raw and whole, like an apple, as one roommate described it. Of course, they are also pretty good sauteed wth onions and served with basil sausages... mmm... Sausages...
asked me for the source of my magic foot lube - I will explain that one - and what I would do if my boyfriend - that would be Matt Damon - showed up on my doorstep tomorrow. She kindly allowed me to pretend I am not in fact pregnant and nauseous at the moment for this one.
Okay, first off, let me clear up this foot lube thing... Band-aid makes a product that I blieve goes by the official name of Blister Block
. It is what it sounds like - a lubricant stick, sort of resembling a mini-deodorant stick, that helps prevent blisters by letting a shoe glide over a spot on your foot where it would normally rub. This has helped me, though I think I have to find a new one this summer, because mine appears to be lost. Anyhow, it's like magic and I can't believe no one thought of foot lube before. It appears in the drugstore, and where I found it was in the bandages section, right next to the special blister bandages, in a brilliant bit of cross-marketing.
And Matt? Well... We don't have a list agreement in our house, so first off, I should get working on that. You know, pre-emptively, for his next visit to town. And of course, um, I would have a hard time staying on my feet. But once I regained my senses? Well, I'd be very torn here, because half of me would be all oh, YEAH!
and half of me would be totally disappointed because part of his appeal is how amazingly nice and normal everyone says he is, emphasis on nice. And well, he's married, and cheating on your wife is not exactly nice, is it? Add to that that if I didn't have an agreement with Misterpie, I wouldn't do it. I couldn't. I know, you were hoping for something spicier, weren't you? Tell you what - go read some Hot & Bothered
posts or ask crazymumma
for a good trainer post to keep you going. I'll wait...
...you're back? Okay, let's carry on, then.
Mad asked me just what one good children's librarian asks another: What is my favourite read-aloud for the four-year-old set? But, oh dear. How to answer that?
I mean, I tell you all about books I enjoy in terms of picture books every week
, and often about what has been on repeat play in our house. We read about five picture books a night, on average, and fairy tales often factor among these. Or do you think she meant chapter books to read aloud? Pumpkinpie has been loving the "my naughty little sister" stories by Dorothy Edwards. I had high hopes for Stuart Little,
but he wasn't catching on. Paddington
seems to work well. But I also love reading poetry. One of our picture book selections is often enough a Dennis Lee, or Here's a Little Poem
. I must dredge up my old copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends
soon, too. So, um, I'm not sure I have a good answer here because I love so much. I love old, story-teller-ish tales, I love silly, rollicking books, I love a meatier chapter story. One recent great silly hit with 8 kindergarten classes in one day, one that never misses, is Bark, George
, by Jules Feiffer. But well, you know, it totally depends on what you are looking for. This is not a good answer, really, but the closest I can come to answering! Parents who ask me for advice often leave with a heap of books. What can I say, I'm passionate about them, and I love to share. Hence the MBT
wanted to talk books as well, wondering what I would want on a desert island. Oh, NO!
I think it would have to be one of those massive, dense things that could keep me busy over and over, like a complete works of Shakespeare, or maybe an Oxford English Dictionary. I mean, who knows how long I'll be there? I can't think of many other things that I could read over and over.
Mama Tulip, because she is a question machine, also asked about the impending two-child situation. What am I most looking forward to and what am I most nervous about?
I am looking forward to some of the toddler stuff again, and to seeing Pumpkinpie get the sibling she so desperately hopes for. The stuff that makes me nervous is almost exclusively the business of getting through the newborn stage - the sleeplessness, the trying to sort out breastfeeding, that stuff. But other than that, I worry a bit about having enough patience, especially if the next one is not as easy as Pumpkinpie's first couple of years were.Mrs. Huis asked what I hoped Pumpkinpie will get out of being a big sister, and what The Bun will get out of being a small [sibling of as-yet unknown variety].
Well, Pumpkinpie has been asking for a baby sister for over a year, now (we have explained that parents don't get to pick boys or girls). I think she'll be a great big sister, and once the little one grows older, I think they could be great friends. I think The Bun could learn a lot from her - she's a smart kid, and loves to share parties, songs, stories, and so on. I think it could be a lovely relationship for both of them. I hope!And because my uterus is a hot topic around these parts, HBM asked me what I most loved and most hated about this second pregnancy.
I must admit, mostly I am hating this because of the sick factor, which makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. And I am also finding a huge difference in my mental state about it - I am not so blissfully ignorant this time, so I just keep trying to ignore it and put off thinking about it until all the testing is done, because getting excited seems like setting myself up for failure, now that I know how very many things can go awry. And even then... But at the same time, I am liking that I am more able to ignore it and get on with life, it doesn't dominate my every thought like the first one did, which is nice. Plus, feeling only fairly sick now as opposed to horribly sick earlier helps give me some perspective!The very adventurous kgirl asked if there was anything I never did that I really hope my kids do. Ah. ooh. Tough one.
I was a totally cautious child. Any hint something wasn't safe or a smart idea, and I would walk away. Which leaves me with no regrets over doing stupid things. Her answers
to the question meme made me totally cringe, but also make me realize that my assumptions that people who took risks and drugs and so on would end up dead or otherwise in a really bad way may not have been completely accurate! Mostly, though, I hope my kids do walk a slightly looser line, especially when it comes to physical daring. I would like to have a kid who would climb a tree or try gymnastics without worrying about broken bones. I think I missed some of that good, clean, standard kid fun.Kyla went double-barrelled, too (I hear they're like that in Texas), and wanted to know both my favourite movie and my most embarrassing moment.
Favourite movie? When I was a kid, I'd have said The Wizard of Oz.
In high school, Gone With the Wind.
Now, I'd have a hard time choosing one, but a few that really stand out for me in the past ten years or so would be Good Will Hunting, Brokeback Mountain,
Embarrassing? Kyla, I'm always embarrassed. I'm shy, and partly British. But it used to be way worse when I was younger, and I seem to recall feeling the worst in those early days of having periods, when they were not quite set in a firm rhythm yet and you'd get caught out and it felt like such
a huge deal.Mrs. Huis asked for my most outrageous library patron story...
I've written about plenty of library madness
, mostly odd questions or the total eye-rolling moments. We have plenty of pople who think they are very important and make us want to drop all professionalism and shout right back, and plenty of parents who can't possibly be denied something for their child - who probably reads 16 years above his grade level, btw. And, of course, there are plenty of stories involving bodily fluids, like the people - both adult and child - who can't seem to bring themselves to get up out of a chair to go pee, and pee in the library chair, instead. Ew. Or the man who couldn't wait for the bathroom and just peed in the hall - guess whose masters degree was used to mop that up? We had some good ones in New York, though, including one woman who threw up all over the bathroom, then insisted she was fine, came into the branch, threw up in a garbage can, insisted she was fine now, got a few books, and then threw up right in the exit gates on the carpet, causing major tie-ups as we tried to clean it up while other people needed to try to exit the library! Whatever possesses people?And Chicky wanted to hear an old boyfriend who got away tale.
You know, I was always a relationship girl, so I really only have two boyfriends who seemed like a big deal - remember, I also met Misterpie when I was 19! Can't say I regret losing either one, given I have Misterpie, but here's the deal. One, let's call him Ted, was a bit of a flake, in hindsight, so while we did some interesting stuff together, it was also too much drama and he was never going to be someone to settle into the kind of more regular life I would want. The other, let's call him Andy, was someone I had a very close relationship with for a long time, and we had plans for the future and all of that, but we just kind of grew in different directions, as you can imagine might happen with a couple of 16-17 year olds. He's one I was sorry to see go at the time but because we were really good friends at the essence of it, we were able to reconnect at that level once the other stuff wore off, about a year later. Now he seems like a brother of sorts to me. I am still friendly with him, and we email about once a year or when there is some news, like his wedding last year (I think it was last year?) We see each other about every five years or so, go to lunch, walk away amazed that we are so different, but also finding it neat that we still can talk easily.Apparently the librarian thing has people curious, because Marla was wondering what I would tell a young person who said they wanted to be a librarian.
To be honest, I love what I do, and wouldn't discourage someone at all - but I would maybe tell them a bit about what the job really entails, because it seems people often don't really know for sure. I would suggest to them, too, that an after school job in a library or one during university might give them a glimpse of it, too, not to mention making a pretty nice part-time job.
(and no, I'm not ready for the napless child, but seem to have one anyhow. sigh.)Oh, Lisa... dear to my own heart yet totally crazy-making is the naming of babies. She wants to know about names I might use or would totally not use.
Well, I'm only in the earliest stages of our long and painful naming process, so I'm not spilling anything there yet, but I will tell you of some names I've loved but won't use, how about that? For many years, I planned to name my future daughter Caitlin, but the name sort of got taken over by the kreatif spellers and became a fixture of top name lists and I met too many little Katelynns with bad teeth and bad grammar, and had to scrap that name. Like many names, I loved both Amelia and Peyton - both were on my (vetoed) list for pumpkinpie in fact - but now I know people who have used them, and it seems awkward. For a boy, I was going to use Julian if Pumpkinpie surprised me - another one I had been toting around with me for years. But again, now it's become really popular all of a sudden, so it won't be used. Same with Callum - I keep meeting little Callums in toddler times. Why the shying away from the popular so strongly? Well, Pumpkinpie and The Bun have a very common and pretty dull last name, so I feel like I need to give them something a little more individual up front, though not too out there, either. Just something with a little pizzazz, so they won't be one of many on both counts. So I'm starting from square one for the Bun.
(and yes, Lisa, I'd let Misterpie go out for an afternoon again, but I might pre-arrange some sort of deal where I get something in return!)Crazymumma thinks my spider issues are hilarious, and is wondering what my deal is with all the fear.
Frankly, I blame it on the convergence of Owl magazine and the raw constance
of them appearing in unexpected places. When I was a child, Owl ran a full centrefold of a spider, closeup. It totally
freaked me out. Eight eyes, mandibles of death, hairy-faced. Blech. I'm busting out in goose bumps just thinking about it right now. Add to that the fact that spiders visiting me is not a new thing - one appeared in my bed with me when I was a kid, and the spider plants at the cottage were rife with them. They would drop down on strands of silk from the skylight in the cottage loft where we liked to play monopoly, and make not infrequent cameos in my showers. Truly, it's enough to make anyone a bit creeped out.
I think that was everyone... Must now go and nap, because I can't tell you how many times this week I tried to work on this, only to have Blogger fuck me over on the saving. I answered some of you three or four times!
Labels: Baby Bun, kidslit, library life, moi, Pumpkinpie, the meme factory, wishes and plans