It’s funny that my children have yet to associate Despereaux with the two mice we took out just last week. Like the Cook in the book, I do not want mice in my kitchen. And unlike her, I will not be sharing my delicious and very legal Italian Wedding soup with any little creature with whiskers and the ability to bend its body like a young Cirque du Soleil performer with the intent of invading my house through the tiniest crack. Sorry fella’s. Enter, George, to do the dirty work. Spit spot. Mice gone.
Zane went to bed talking about Despereaux and woke up this morning talking about Despereaux. Having seen the movie preview, he has now taken it upon himself to act out lines from the film.
I have been instructed, directed, even, to say, “Are you a rat or a mouse?” To which Zane replies, quite dramatically, “I am a gentleman”, complete with a little bow of sorts.
I could freakin‘ faint on the spot.
After some review reading tonight, I’m afraid that the film won’t live up to his expectations, but seeing as I’ve never really followed reviews, unless of course they referred to me as being “charming” in a show, (to which I quickly abandon my former belief and agree that the critic is right on the mark . . .), I’m sure we’ll enjoy it well enough. Maybe, it will serve as a reminder for Harper and Zane as to why their Mom is always pushing books on them prior to seeing the film.
We finished Book 4 of Despereaux tonight. An hour of reading. Hot chocolate in hand (mine with a little added, ahem, “kick” of something special) and some cupcakes we made today. Having spent the entire day inside waiting for the furnace guy to come for the clean and check, we needed some entertainment. It’s amazing how calm this winter break has been. Reading, baking, writing thank you notes (Harper helped), Wii (Lego Star Wars is Harper’s fav after Wii Sports), and, yes, a little bit of homework for Harper everyday – I’m so mean.
It’s been fantastic.
I really enjoy my kids and while my not working a true part-time job has definitely taken a financial strain on us, I think there is a reason for my being home while they are home.
Because I love them. Just like Despereaux loves the Pea.
Because I love them.