Play some pool and listen to that tenor saxophone that's calling me home
I am having difficulty believing it is only ten or so at night. My internal clock wants to suggest something closer to four in the morning. This is almost certainly because I got up early and then spent the central chunk of the day at my niece's fourth birthday party, which was a good thing to do for all sorts of reasons, but did leave me feeling by the late afternoon that I should have been in bed hours ago. She had wanted a Frozen-themed party, so there were blue and purple decorations and snowmen everywhere; the dress she was wearing was identified to me as Anna's costume, which I had not realized meant a sort of Sámi-inflected coat with Yule goats at the hem. She lay on her back and batted like a kitten at a pink and purple balloon I kept bouncing down to her. She loved the folding scooter my mother had found for her; within five minutes she had worked out how to ride it and was zooming in circuits through the kitchen, understandably slowing down a little each time she hit the carpet in the living room. Her presents from her parents were dolls of Anna and Elsa and a full-size toolkit (minus the utility knife for which she is still slightly too young) in black and lavender, which will be used to put together the toy kitchen which is her big present from her aunts and her mémère. I have no idea how she felt about the copy of Virginia Lee Burton's Choo Choo (1937) which came from me and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch, but I hope she will enjoy it when we read it aloud with train noises. Lately it seems she has started getting into My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, so I guess I should start learning about cutie marks. In the meantime, I have learned that children's birthday parties at which I am required to be interactive not just with children but with adults I don't see often leaves me feeling like I was hit by an express. My niece had a good time. That's the important part. I got home, ate Indian takeout, wrote about a movie. I was going to watch another one, but I might collapse instead.
spatch, but I hope she will enjoy it when we read it aloud with train noises. Lately it seems she has started getting into My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, so I guess I should start learning about cutie marks. In the meantime, I have learned that children's birthday parties at which I am required to be interactive not just with children but with adults I don't see often leaves me feeling like I was hit by an express. My niece had a good time. That's the important part. I got home, ate Indian takeout, wrote about a movie. I was going to watch another one, but I might collapse instead.
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To be honest, even watching it closer up, it's still kind of surreal.
Happy birthday to her!
I'll tell her when next I see her!
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Birthday parties for small children are super exhausting. When I was at my other niece's first birthday party earlier this year, between the herds of children under six and their adults, I was utterly wiped by the end of the night.
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I think it was Charlotte's first real movie. The last I'd heard, she had imprinted on Moana (which was nice for me, because I loved Moana and am happy to do all sorts of sea-related things with my niece but have had a lot of trouble making myself want to watch Frozen), but Frozen was definitely what she wanted for her birthday. Maybe it's all the winter.
[edit] I have no idea what my first real movie was. I know the first movie I saw in theaters: Matthew Robbins' *batteries not included. But I also believe I had seen our taped-off-the-TV copy of Splash (1984) by the time I was Charlotte's age and I cannot estimate how old I was when I first saw, also taped off the TV, Arsenic and Old Lace (1944).
When I was at my other niece's first birthday party earlier this year, between the herds of children under six and their adults, I was utterly wiped by the end of the night.
Total sympathy!
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Anything to do with small children is tiring, triply so in groups! (I used to be a children's librarian. And I only usually had groups for an hour at a time - I have no idea how teachers survive!)
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I slept nearly ten hours! That almost never happens and feels relevant to this discussion!
(I used to be a children's librarian. And I only usually had groups for an hour at a time - I have no idea how teachers survive!)
I suspect for some people it is either not as tiring or it's worth the exhaustion in a different way. My mother worked with children for years—and is an introvert—so it must be possible. It is not a career path that would be a good idea for me, though.
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There was! I mean, it was outside, but inside would have been something of a disaster, considering the carpets.
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I usually hunt up kids at parties as a way to avoid talking to strange adults, but sometimes there's no weaseling out of the obligation.
Once you've watched a few My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic episodes, you can watch some of the Friendship Is Witchcraft episodes, which--at least the ones shown to me--are good-natured parodies. This song comes from one of them, and it's hilarious as a standalone: "It'll Be OK"
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I also stared at a wall!
I usually hunt up kids at parties as a way to avoid talking to strange adults, but sometimes there's no weaseling out of the obligation.
Yeah, I really can't just ghost on my in-laws. I'm sure it would be technically possible, but also unnecessarily rude.
This song comes from one of them, and it's hilarious as a standalone: "It'll Be OK"
"Twilight, please make this song end—we're a bunch of floating heads."
That is an amazing dedication to parody. Thank you!