Friday, February 5, 2016

Three Years

Monday will be three years. It is hard to even begin to wrap my mind around that fact.

As with all things I guess, the grief over these last three years has gotten easier. Not because I miss her less, but because I have grown more accustom to the missing.

But on these days, days like Monday or even days like today, days full of heartbreaking memories, I get sucked back into the depths of that grief.

Yesterday Henry and I were walking to get candy for his Valentines and I said something about his Aunt Mimi.  He asked me how old Aunt Mimi was when she died, and I said she was 30.  "How is that even possible?" he asked. I just looked at him and said "I don't know baby. Sometimes it happens, but it is very rare."

Sometimes people die too soon. I wish he didn't have to know that. I wish I didn't either.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


Wow, a week since I last posted? 

Oh well.  Moving on!

So are you all watching the X-files? BECAUSE WE ARE.  You may or may not remember, but Nick and I are die hard fans of the old x-files.  We actually binge watched the entire series back before binge watching was a thing. We got all the DVDs in the mail from netflix.  We didn't stream it because it was also before netflix streaming was a thing.


Anyway, we were so excited when they announced the X-files was coming back. We started rewatching the entire series (Streaming... the wave of the future) and made it to middle of season four before we lost steam.  Still, it was enough to reignite the love.

So now we are three episodes in to the six episode season and all I can think is that it's such a rip off that we only get SIX episodes. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THE OLD SEASONS WERE? I will tell you, they were 25 episodes. TWENTY FIVE. So now they make us wait over ten years for a new season, only to give us six little episodes?  COME ON FOX. (the network... and also Fox Mulder. I think you have some power, sir)

Anyway, so far so good in my opinion. I thought the first episode was good, but maybe a little rusty? Or maybe they were reaching a little too far? I am not sure. I assume it's hard to bring a series back from the dead after you have a series finally in 2002 that tried to answer all the series questions... and when that answer was DECEMBER 21, 2012 You have yourself a problem.  Still, I was totally bought in, but at the same time, wasn't 100% sold on episode one.  But episodes two and three... man, I have loved them both. I have be not just wanting to believe, but TOTALLY 100% BELIEVING.  I love this show. I just hope they bring it back for another season after these six little episodes are over.  I am not ready for it to be over again so soon.

 Anyone else watching?

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Boy Wizard

A few months before Christmas I ordered Henry his first present, the fully illustrated edition of Harry Potter. You might remember I shared a picture of it when it came it because, well, because I instantly fell in love with this thing.

But, I guess that's not really a big surprise. I love everything to do with Harry Potter. EVERYTHING. So as you can imagine, I was a little anxious to introduce the stories to Henry. I had decided years ago to hold off showing him any of the movies or telling him any real details of the story until we could read the books together. I know he will likely hear spoilers over time, but I just wanted to experience that first walk into the magical world with him, through the first book.  I wasn't sure he was ready, but thought with the illustrated pictures to go along with the story he might get hooked. Plus, I just couldn't wait any longer.  But deep down, I sorta worried he wouldn't find the magic quite as...well... magical has his Mama.

We are now over half way through the Sorcerer's Stone, and apparently I had nothing to worry about.  He talks about the book constantly.  When we are reading, he will regularly have me pause so he can get up and act out what happened. I told him to hold on so we could keep reading and he said "but I love it so much, I just need to get it out!" as he pretends to be playing Quidditch, nearly being shaken from his broom, then catching the snitch in his mouth.

When we get to the end of a chapter, he begs for more.  Half way through a section, he will ask me to go back and find a specific picture so he can visualize it all better in his head.

He is constantly making predictions of what he thinks will happen "Snape is DEFINITELY working with Voldemort!" he says, and I smile to myself. 


"What book do we find out why Snape is so mean to Harry?" he asks, as we read about Snape again taking points from Gryffindor.

"I am not telling." I say, and smile again.


And the love is moving beyond our evening reading time. He was playing Mario Maker the other day and I hear him say "Mama, do you want to come play me level? I named it Harry Potter. See, they are playing Quidditch! And there's Voldemort!

Laying in bed at night, he says "Mama, I really think I might be a wizard. I can feel it."

"You might be, sweetie.  They keep magic a secret from muggle families until the kids are 11. You might get your letter. We just have to wait and see."

"I am going to get it. I just know it."

 And all I can think is, I really hope so.


 My plan was to wait to read book two until the illustrated version is released.  Now, I am not sure we can wait that long. After we finish book one we will watch the movie, then I figured we could work our way through Pottermore... maybe listen to the first audio book. I am not sure how far I can stretch book one before I have to read him book two.  Maybe not for him as much, but for me. Because watching the magic come alive in his eyes is just everything I always hoped it would be. And I am not sure I can wait a year to see it again.