Scribbling Dame

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Letter to Santa November 14, 2012

We have made it. A day I have been dreaming of since before Sofia was even born. She is into Christmas–and I mean really into it. I have unabashedly groomed her for this since she was 2 weeks old. I wanted to raise a Christmas addict. This is largely because I am married to a Grunch. This is a Grump mixed with a Grinch, which is what my husband becomes around the holidays (he is also disappointingly apathetic to birthdays). He doesn’t actually steal toys from children, but if it was up to him, there would be no tree, no presents and definitely no christmas lights outside.

So I knew that if I was ever going to have the magic of Christmas live on, I would have to raise my kids to be so excited that their Daddy would have to play along. Mwaha haha haaa…(read as evil laughter).

So I won. Sofia is into it, and now that she is just shy of five, we wrote our first letter to Santa today, which I think is worth sharing:

Dear Santa,

I really love you. I’ve been a good girl this year. I love purple and pink and all the colors. 

I would like rainbow stuff, a rainbow Barbie, a pretty pink and white hair clip and also I would like a heart shirt that is rainbow. Also I want a new laptop [DVD player] and plug because I broke my other one. 

I’m going to make five cookies for you and also I’m going to give you a present that is nice. It’s a new car. 

Have a great day with your elves and your reindeer and also riding your sleigh. 

Love, 

Sofia

P.S. I am glad I have that whole car thing in writing. This will come in handy later I think.

 

Success! Turning my Kid into a Christmas Freak. November 29, 2010

Filed under: Lessons in Parenting,Mommy Issues — Scribbling Dame @ 9:35 pm
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There are two reasons why my husband and I decided to have a baby.These may or may not be secondary reasons. I’ll never tell.

For him, he needed someone to endlessly tickle who wouldn’t get annoyed at him. Also, someone he could convince that SciFi shows are cool.

For me, I needed a Christmas loving protege–Christmas season beginning at Black Friday complete with rising before dawn and a latter day tree decoration with hot cocoa and Christmas music. Since my husband hates all things seasonal and can’t seem to get a glimmer in his eye during a truly magical time of year, a baby was the next logical choice.

For both of us there was a risk of having a child that would not cooperate with either of these whims. Honestly, the jury has been out on the whole Christmas thing until this year what with us having to wait on her to develop motor skills and all. But, I think I have done it.

Sofia is officially excited about our Christmas tree and has been playing with my Nutcracker dolls. She has been asking us to play the Christmas music radio in the car. She sat on Santa’s lap and asked for a Barbie. I have explained to her how Santa Claus works. It is a matter of time before I get her to beg her daddy to put up some really pretty lights on the house. This is all part of my evil Christmas-loving plans. Mwah ha ha ha!

Finally this kid is starting to pay off. 🙂

What's better than one crazy Christmas Lady? You got it--two!

A glimpse into the future...

 

To Barbie or not to Barbie: a feminist dilemma November 21, 2010

Filed under: Boobs,Mommy Issues,SuperWoman Syndrome,Vagina — Scribbling Dame @ 10:00 pm
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It happened. Sofia has asked for a Barbie for Christmas from Santa.

I always knew this day would come but I did not expect it so soon. As far as I knew, she had never seen a Barbie, but she says she saw one at Preschool.

So, I go back in forth in my mind. We all know she has the dimensions of a stripper and dresses like a hooker with whore make-up to boot. We all know she was the offspring of a German sex toy and that her dimensions on a real woman would mean that she would be incapable of walking. This is feminism 101.

You naughty minxes!

I also know that my Barbies got dressed 50 times for one date and then had sex all the time–unprotected no less! Besides maybe riding in a Dream House elevator or pink corvette, I can remember making my Barbies doing nothing else.

I can also say that I never thought of Barbie as a real person. I never thought I should look like her or be like her, although I confess that even now a swimsuit that changes color in water is probably something I would still buy. So, Santa will be supplying her a Barbie this year–on a pink Vespa no less. Grandma will give her a friend for Barbie–who happens to be African American. (Did you know they make a RocaWear Barbie? Now that’s street.)

Don’t get me wrong, walking down the Barbie isle at Toys-R-Us was shocking. There were some Barbies that  had more make-up on than Snooki or a “preschool teacher” Barbie that was dressed like Pam Anderson. I am not saying that these images are totally harmless or that they haven’t reinforced some unhealthy perceptions and habits.

Hmmm. Didn't see this one. Must've been sold out.

However, after my mental tug-o-war on this topic I realized there are an infinite number of negative and unrealistic images of women out there. The best gift I can give my daughter is teaching her the skill of living in this world confidently despite those images–whether they come from toys or the media or even her own friends in the teenage years.

Barbie shall be lesson numero uno.

 

 
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