I saw Where the Wild Things Are on Saturday with my mom, my sister Krista and her two kids (plus a friend of Mani's).
It was as beautiful as I had hoped it would be. One objection I've heard is that this isn't a movie for children, I find it hard to be objective, though, since it didn't seem that far off from my own childhood which was lonely, scary, occasionally dangerous, and often very fun.
We went shopping earlier in the day. Along with two blouses and a bunch of t-shirts, I found a great deal on this:
I've wanted a Professional 600 for a long time and now I have one! I want to go home and pet it right now!
On Sunday I dragged myself off the couch (quite difficult, I must say) and pulled out the rest of the garden: four stalks of Brussels Sprouts and a basketful of potatoes.
I didn't have Brussels Sprouts until I was an adult, since my dad hates them and he did the cooking. I love them, as does Len. There are four stalks in that picture. This was the first year we did potatoes, they worked out well, despite my having put them in late.
Completely gratuitous picture of Lizzy. It might have been my picture of the day, but she wouldn't look at me and then she ran over to bark at the neighbor's horses.
1 comment:
When he says it's not suitable for children, he doesn't say what age he means. I wonder if he means 6-year-olds or 10-year-olds or 12-year-olds. You worry a bit about parents who refuse to take their kids out when they're terrified, don't you? Whatever age they are.
I love Brussels sprouts too. They're one of the best things about Christmas.
Post a Comment