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Father’s Day Gift 2012: A 4-year-old daughter’s descriptions of dear old Dad, as narrated to a teacher and recorded in Sharpie (for all time) on a little paper wheel decorated with dad motifs.
Hearts. Dads love em. Soccer balls too. And Dads are into wrenches, right?
Best… Father’s… Day… gift… ever!
This is a long story, but you will enjoy it. What awesome parents this young man has, and what a nice thing the Disney World staff did for him!
By way of background, I should point out that our hero is autistic, he loves the Snow White’s Scary Adventure ride, and had ridden it literally hundreds of times when his family learned WDW was closing it to make way for new attractions.
So there we were on Thursday night, just after 7pm and being led by Stacey and a couple other cast members to stand over in front of The Friar’s Nook. Ben was in a happy mood, but kind of pulling us back over towards SWSA. He was having the time of his life, and wanted to get right back to it. After a few short minutes of waiting, a door opened and out came Snow White herself to come talk to Ben. All of a sudden, Ben got a huge smile on his face and started laughing hysterically. He was positively transfixed. That Kodak moment that I warned Stacey not to expect? Oh yeah, it was there in spades.
Snow White continued to talk to him as Ben very shyly took her hand, and then laughed some more. It was an almost drunken laugh, the laugh you hear from a baby when you play peek-a-boo for too long and they drift into that delirious-happy state. As Snow White talked to him about the ride, and about all of the dwarfs, Ben seemed to be absolutely glowing with joy. A crowd began to gather behind him, and I had to take off my glasses and dry my eyes. I can assure you that I am the manliest of men, and I am positive it was just allergies or perhaps a speck of dust that got in my eye. Whatever it was, it seemed to be spreading to everyone nearby. Not a dry eye in the house.
This went on for several minutes and Snow White never let up, never broke character even for a moment. She knew how many times Ben had been on her ride, she knew what his favorite moments in the ride were, and most of all she knew how to keep him engaged and joyously happy. Eventually she invited Ben to go on the ride with her, and he gleefully agreed…
The poor boy was fully twitterpated.
I first read about this on Boing Boing!
You may remember that not so long ago, we were in the midst of an intense potty bootcamp session and I was blogging desperately, asking for advice, almost certain my otherwise well-adjusted child would go to Harvard wearing Depends and baffling her therapist. The great advice I did get was:
- Lots of food and water, treats,whatever fills em up!
- Nice new undies.
- Rewards. Lollipops, specifically Dum Dums worked for us because they are cheap, small, and not filling.
- A few toys for poop rewards. DVDs and art supplies work too because you’ll be at home for a couple days!
- Do not budge. Do not give them diapers. Let it happen. Whatever ‘it’ happens to be.
I won’t detail the entire series of events, but it was not very tough the final go round. We had to lay off and just remove the diaper, and say you can go on the floor/in your pants, my dear, or in the toilet. And be chill about it and help her in a non-judgmental way to do whatever she needs to do to get there. She basically had to decide it was time, and she did. Huge milestone. We went right into overnights without a single accident! Talk about being ready.
Anyway, thanks for all the tips!
What a lovely mom, a strong kid, a cool blog! This one’s a ‘must subscribe.’ Rock on CJ!
Give C.J. a theme and he will run with it. This week had him running for five days straight.
It was the last week of school and the Orange County Mommy Mafia was out in full force giving each day a theme and a party and a sense of panic that had me constantly feeling like I was forgetting some important detail. They scuttled about campus in their Lululemon yoga pants, clutching their stainless steel commuter mugs filled with the organic coffee they picked up at Trader Joe’s over the weekend while they were loading up on supplies for the class ice cream social, board game mixer, pizza party, beach blanket BBQ, popcorn and movie mid-day madness and bubble blowing farewell ceremony. I watched them all from the comfort of my dirty car, while wearing my work pants that give me a severe muffin top and drinking yesterday’s coffee that…
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Here are some cool pieces of art which are inspired by cartoons and animation characters.
I met another artist, also with a phonetically spelled name, this weekend at Bootie SF. Danyol (aka Daniel) also dabbles in pop-art appropriations. Here are a couple of his charming pieces based on vintage cartoons. He also gave me a piece of Sanrio inspired art, painted on a travel map of Israel, which we’ll be getting framed for Stella’s room.
Art is cool.
From FAILBLOG via Toby.
This is wrong on several levels. The photo captures the moment- what is the tattoo artist thinking? Why is he photographing this monstrosity? Does he think it is good? Was this tattoo applied in someone’s kitchen? Is that a baby seat in the background?
Does Dad, wallet and shoulder both stinging, even know what this LOOKS like?
Dads are not the only offenders. At least the pops above didn’t actually tattoo his child, like this mom from Georgia.
Photo from MyBadParent.com
Found on imgur.com.