Posts Tagged ‘Mary’

the *Doctor Who* effect

So, in writing this book about Doctor Who, I have exposed the kids to tons and tons of the show. They now know more about Doctor Who than any 5- and 7-year-olds should, probably. Indeed, this morning Wesley reflected that there are “at least four stories with Davros–two Fourth Doctor ones, a Fifth Doctor one, and a Tenth Doctor one that’s in two parts. And the crazy part is, Sarah Jane is in TWO of those stories! And there may be other ones but those are the ones I know about.” ha.

My favorite thing about this is how much they like the show’s conventions and tropes–the things that appear over and over again. They love the Daleks: the egg-beater guns, the Dalek voice, the fact that they always think they’re going to get the better of the Doctor. They love all of the slow-moving doors that get stuck halfway open because the early series is so low-budget. Mary loves Clara (no accounting for taste) and Wesley loves Jamie. (Wesley’s taken to referring to airplanes as “flying beasties,” just like Jamie does.)

Anyway, on the way home tonight, we were listening to the audio recording of “The Power of the Daleks,” one of the Patrick Troughton serials that has been lost. As the scientist Lesterson talked to another of the characters about the Daleks, he mused, “Can you imagine what kind of positronic brain this robot has, Janley? Think of the store of knowledge that it must carry!”

Mary shouted at the radio, “Lesterson! Get with the program! They’re not robots and they are NOT YOUR SERVANTS!” Then she sighed deeply and said, “All of these villains, it’s like they never even watch TV.”


Take THAT, Darth Vader!

Wesley and Mary have been playing Star Wars in the yard. He pointed his finger and said, “I’ll get you, Darth Vader!”

Mary shouted, “I have TWO light sabers!” [Query for nonexistent editor: lightsaber? light saber?]

Wesley replied, “I have NINETY-NINE light sabers!” And then, after a moment’s thought, “And 100 hands, so that I can use them all and STILL point at you!”

a Mary weekend

So, this weekend, Mary has a dance competition today, and Wesley had a birthday party yesterday. Conor took Wesley to his party, while Mary and I ran errands (including stuff to get ready for the competition). It was a ridiculous list of things to do–dropping off some newsletters, going to the strawberry patch (not to pick, just to buy some berries), Target, Costco. Mary is excellent company on such an outing, because she doesn’t think anything is boring.

It was a beautiful day, and the strawberry farm had a truck selling ice cream, so we shared a milkshake, and as we were drinking it, Mary said (after a contented sigh), “You must be so happy to spend the weekend with me.”

Mostly because she’s so modest?

She is right, of course, although I wouldn’t have minded having Wesley and Conor along as well. She loves to go places with just Conor or just me, though. She added, “And you can have a whole Mary weekend!”

the ballet team

So this weekend was the first big competition of the year for Mary’s dance studio–they attended one at the beginning of February, but without a lot of the new dances. This weekend was the first time Mary performed her group number from “The Lion King,” her trio, and the big ballet team number.

I have to say, when we agreed to put Mary into the ballet team, I had no idea how big a group it was going to be. There are 37–37!–girls in this dance. It’s “Friends” from Coppelia, and the music is great. The teacher/choreographer  (also known in these parts as “aunt Elaine”) put together this dance, and for the first few weeks it was barely-controlled chaos–I mean, it was amazing to me that they didn’t crash into each other. It got more and more polished, of course, but in a smaller space it’s hard to imagine exactly what it’s going to look like on stage.

The answer, apparently, is: it looks fabulous.

It’s the most exciting, fun dance. I am not knowledgeable about ballet, and usually I am more interested in other kinds of dances, but I love this one. I think it reminds the audience that ballet is supposed to be fun, is supposed to be entertainment, is supposed to tell a story. The crowd in the auditorium–including all of the people who had come in just to wait for the next number, which featured their own kids–was transfixed by it.

Anyway, it’s just shocking to see it on stage and see how ambitious and lovely it is. And it’s wonderful to see the girls Mary’s age dancing with the seniors (and all of the ages in between) and see ALL of them understanding what the purpose of the dance is.

I don’t have any onstage pictures–not allowed–but here is one of Mary showing off her costume:


And here’s one of the massive crowd of girls getting ready to go on:

They won first place, by the way–which is fun, even though it’s not really the exciting or important thing. The exciting and important thing is, everyone in the auditorium was happy by the end of their dance. It’s a totally irresistible, happy performance. Way to go, Miss Elaine. I can’t even imagine how much vision it takes to put together so many pieces and be able to think ahead to what they’re going to look like.

p.s. The whole studio did well this weekend. And Mary’s other dances were a lot of fun–the new musical theatre number and her trio were both adorable.

hot chocolate

So, Mary wanted to make Valentines for her classmates. She decided to make hot chocolate on a stick (I know, random, but we saw it on the internet a while back). She did a great job–did almost all of the work herself, in fact!


She stirred it for roughly 100 years, until all the chocolate was totally melted.

Very melty chocolate:

After she put it in the pans, she added sprinkles, because all sweets are better with sprinkles, she tells me.

Lots of sprinkles.

She put a heart marshmallow on each one.

Wesley even helped her (although he had opted for the box of Star Wars cards, himself).

Festive, right?

She put a card on each one.

And now she has a box of them, ready to go. I’m not sure why Wesley looks like he’s trying to garrotte her in this photo–in real life it was sort of sweet but in the picture he looks like he’s up to no good.


a wise old sage

Mary has been cracking me up recently with her philosophical remarks.

The other night, she called to talk to my parents. I could only hear her end of the conversation, but it sounded like this:

“I miss you too!”

“Yeah, because we don’t live close by.”

“I know, but that’s just the way life is.”


A few minutes ago, Wesley asked me if his piece of turkey looked like a ghost (?) and I agreed that it did.

He took it over to show it to her, and said, “Look! Doesn’t this look like a ghost?”

She said, “Not really–it just looks like turkey.”

He said, “Mama said I was right and it does look like a ghost!”

She said, “Well, you know, sometimes people have different opinions about things. Especially things that are not facts.”


Things that are not facts–I love it.

plurals, explained

Mary [to Wesley]: “Children.” Not “childs.” More than one child is “children.”

Wesley [holding up ladybug muffin]: So she would say “I have ladybug children.”

Mary: Or “kids.” You could always just say “kids.”

Wesley [shouting and gesticulating with the ladybug muffin]: I HAVE TWO KIDS! LADYBUG KIDS! [bites off end of muffin]

Mary: Guess that’s it. No more kids now, since you bit off her head.