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TV Review: The Expanse - Episode 1

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 16 Feb 2017 10:33:00 -0500

The Expanse.
SyFy.
Historically the Sci-Fi channel has not had much street cred with me. I haven't seen almost anything I can recall beyond the Stargate series that has made me actively search out a show. The change to the "SyFy" moniker hasn't helped matters. (Seriously, who thought that was a good name?) That has changed as of now.
The Expanse is amazing storytelling. I've only watched the first episode as of this post, so there is still plenty of early shark-jumping potential. However, everything I saw in that first episode points to a well-plotted out story arc that is known and planned out in advance. Episode 1 was some serious gound-laying and I loved it. Interesting visuals juxtaposed with characterization details in a way that made the world of the story feel very organic and alive. The acting is universally strong so far, but the plot is the real draw here. This is obviously a story with legs. Personally, I can't wait to see where it takes me.
I haven't yet read the books on which the show is based, but I sure want to now.
Mike

A Mother's Day Fantasy

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sat, 7 May 2016 09:47:00 -0400

I can't speak for other mothers, but I know what I want for this Mother's Day.

I want not to be a mother.

This doesn't mean that I regret being a mother or that I'm unhappy. It just means that I need a little absence from the position to make my heart grow fonder.

I want to wake up and find my house completely clean. Not just tidy. Not just mopped. I want it so clean that it looks like it was never lived in. So clean you could lick the baseboards. So clean it doesn't even smell like my house anymore.

And I don't want to have done any of it or have had to tell anybody how to do it right. It will just be that way, magically, when I wake up.

And there would be nobody else in the house. No husband. No kids. No dogs. No garbage truck or school bus or chirping birds to wake me up in the morning. Just absolute silence...

...in a bed with freshly laundered high-thread-count sheets that smell amazing. In a bedroom where there is no laundry on the floor. All of the clothes are folded and ironed and put away in their proper drawers. Oh, and all of the clothes fit too and none of them have stains on them.

To wake up, completely alone, naturally, in absolute clean silence.

That would be the first part of my Mother's Day Fantasy.

And then I would binge-watch Netflix for hours without being interrupted once. While eating everything I shouldn't eat. Twice.

Yet still my clothes magically fit because salt doesn't retain water on a Mother's Day Fantasy. Nope. My body is lithe like I haven't eaten a thing all day. Because I'm going to need to look fierce tonight.

When evening falls I'm not tired. I'm not longing to go to sleep because I never get to sleep. No, I have tons of energy. I'm ready to party.

I go out and nothing about my clothes or my hair or my carriage says that I'm a mother. I turn heads not because I have baby puke on my shoulder, or because people are pitying the hot mess that I am. No, they're looking at me because I am emanating confidence, power, femininity, strength, and fun. They see me and think, "There's a woman who sleeps in, always does whatever the hell she wants, and obviously has no responsibilities. I hate her. I wish I could have her life."

I would go places where no one knows me. I would get carded everywhere because I couldn't possibly have children or be over 21 wearing THAT outfit with THAT hair in THOSE heels. Wouldn't mind throwing in THOSE piercings or THOSE tattoos.

I rebel, I disrespect, I objectify and am objectified. I personify all that is antithetical to society's definition of "mother." I am exactly the woman that you don't want as a role model for your children.

In a single day I back-pack across Europe, buy a motorcycle, crash a wedding, lose my shoes, hitch a ride with a complete stranger because I trashed the motorcycle, and have tapas in Spain for dinner. I fill my day with a lifetime of memories that I don't choose to pursue on a daily basis because I am a mother. I chose to be a mother and yes, that comes with sacrifices. Sacrifices that I chose and still choose, but sacrifices nonetheless.

And then at the end of that Mother's Day Fantasy, I get to crawl into bed besides my amazing and loving husband, in sheets that smell like us, and I get to wake up the next morning to dogs barking, babies crying, a million questions from my oldest, and birds chirping in the trees of the yard that we worked our asses off to afford. And I will smile and hug my husband and kiss my children and thank the gods that it was all just a fantasy and that I get to be a mother again. A better mother because I took the time to honor everything else about myself that has nothing to do with motherhood.

2014 Holiday eCard: Emma Sings "Let It Go"

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sun, 28 Dec 2014 12:05:00 -0500

For our 2014 Holiday eCard we shot a music video of Emma singing "Let It Go" from Disney's Frozen. We wanted this year's video to be all about her since this will be her last year as an only child. Enjoy our very talented 6-year-old and Happy Holidays from our family to yours!

Sex vs. Gender

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Thu, 20 Nov 2014 05:09:00 -0500

In the early morning hours preceding the sex reveal of our twins I find the feminist and gender activist within me compelled to write the following post. I know this will probably lead to some eye rolling, smirks, and dismissive behavior. But know that my thoughts are not merely my opinion and a voicing of empiric experience, but ideas backed by the research of people far more intelligent than I. I say the following not to put a damper on our overwhelming excitement on finding out if our twins are boy(s) or girl(s), but because it just feels like the right write thing to do.

When we had our first child, we didn't reveal her sex ahead of time. We had no idea what we were having and decided to leave it up as a surprise. Our baby shower wasn't pink or blue. We didn't know ahead of time what to call her and all of our gifts arrived in shades of green and yellow. Emma's name in utero was Fidget since my only clue to her personality was her inability to lie still while I was trying to sleep. She was a blank slate and everyone's dreams for her ranged from becoming President to prima ballerina.

When Emma was born, this changed. It wasn't premeditated or malicious. All actions were born of love, but everyone (myself included since I am by no means immune to the affects of our society) started treating her differently. All of her gifts and belongings immediately shifted from green and yellow to pink. But it wasn't just about the color. It was deeper than that. It was about people's attitude toward her.

I would like you to picture in your mind a little girl and a little boy before you. Think about how you would compliment that little girl. Think about what you would want for that little girl. You might say that she is pretty. A good girl. You might compliment her on her hair or her choice of clothing. You'd probably feel compelled to hug her and tell her over and over how beautiful she is. And when asked what you'd dream for this little girl you might imagine a healthy woman walking down the aisle as a happy bride with flashes forward to the day that she has children of her own. You'd want "the american dream" for her which means - yes - going to college but above also falling in love and having a family of her own someday.

Now let's look at that little boy that is standing before you. You certainly wouldn't call him pretty or beautiful. You might call him handsome but his expected reaction to such praise would be to take the compliment gracefully and not make a big deal about it (while the little girl would be encouraged and applauded to pose and preen while everyone fawns over her). You might hug him, but not too much. Instead you might just shake his little hand so as to make him feel "like a man." You might call him a good boy but you probably wouldn't compliment his hair or choice of clothing. Having called him handsome would have been enough and further comments on his appearance would just be....odd. The assumption would also be that he had absolutely no say in what he was wearing since his mother probably picked his clothing for him. Boys have no interest in such things. And when asked what you'd dream for this little boy you might imagine him tall and strong, strappingly attractive with his pick of young women from which to marry. But he would be respectful and noble, honorable and brave. You might picture him as a lawyer, doctor, or the CEO of some big company, certainly making more money than you did and providing for his children even more than you were able to provide for him. When you imagine this little boy's future you dream of success and power.

Some of you may be vehemently shaking your heads that you don't do this. You might intrinsically see where I'm going with my heavy-handed examples, but if you're willing, really think back to how you speak to little boys and girls and the gifts you bestow upon them. While it's not 100% of the time, I'm betting that most of your comments to little girls have something to do with their appearance and most of your comments to little boys have something to do with their character. When asked most of us would defensively swear that we are all for equality of the sexes and that our children - despite their sex - are free to grow up and be whomever they want to be. But in our actions, and words, we contribute to the same gender biased crap that the media spews out every day. Partially because we too were brainwashed and partially because for many of us, we agree with the media.

Boys in pink tutus threaten us. So do aggressive women in suits. Emotional boys, girls who hate dresses and the boys who wish they could wear them. All of these images make most of us cringe because they do not fall within our definitions of girl and boy. They are other. They are wrong. They should be changed.

But that is not the truth. Pink and blue are just colors. What's wrong with orange and black? Girl and boy are just genders. People are so much more interesting and complicated than the social norms we prescribe for them. And no I'm not talking about sexual orientation. That's a whole 'nother bag of chips that I could go on and on about. I'm talking just about gender expression. Your biological sex is what you were born with, but that doesn't necessarily mean you cleanly and conveniently are team blue or team pink. Most of us are an explosive spectrum of colors and grow in to people with opinions and choices that are far more varied than the world's definition of boy or girl.

Why do we do this? Why do we tell our boys they can't cry and then wonder why they have anger management issues? Why do we constantly compliment our girls on how they look and then wonder why they garner their self respect on their body image? Why do we place the burden of "family provider" on our boys and then wonder why they crack under the pressure? Why do our highest hopes for our girls amount to their wedding day and then wonder why they're barely making over minimum wage?

We are doing this to our children! In our every interaction with them we are telling them that the world is right and that they must conform or face ridicule and failure. Ridicule? Yes, that's still going to happen no matter what they pick because people will always suck and make fun of you no matter how much you conform to society. But failure? To subconsciously imply to a child through thoughtless commentary that they will be a failure in life because they aren't "normal" is so wrong and stupid I have no eloquent words to describe it. We can all think of famous, successful, and great contributors to our society that grew up being labeled geek, fag, fattie, or freak. If you read their biographies most of them will always be scarred by how they were treated growing up, but they overcame that treatment and persisted in being true to who they are. Most of us aren't that lucky or strong!

So after the reveal is over, but before you run out to the store to shower us with blue or pink, just take a deep breath and think. Girls can like trains and trucks and blue. Boys can like princesses and ponies and pink. Girls can be firemen and never want children or husbands. Boys can be hair stylists and stay-at-home-dads. And the saddest part, is that even after I've done all of this writing, most of you still cringed after reading those last two sentences.

I'm not saying that people with gender expressions that happen to match their biological sex are wrong or denying their true selves in some way. With my training in the field of women's and gender studies I was fully prepared to raise a gender bending child and fight off society with a stick if they got in her way. But that's not who Emma is. Emma, despite my attempts to expose her to a plethora of choices, adores princesses and pink; ballerinas and ponies just like "most" girls. I sometimes scratch my head in wonder at how I had this obvious "girlie girl." But then I remember my research and I am reminded that people are who they are and it's up to us to let them be that. We should of course guide them to be kind, respectful, and wise. I'm not saying that a kid who shows proclivities towards becoming a bully should be encouraged to "be themselves." That's ridiculous. I'm saying that if a child is interested in becoming or doing something that may exist outside of the lines of your comfort zone - but doesn't hurt anybody - consider that it may be ok. Your children will hopefully not only thank you for it someday, but it would cut down tremendously on their therapy bills.

If you are willing, try exposing your children to all of the cultures, philosophies, and dreams that you can, regardless of their sex or your personal beliefs. Try to look at them without the filter of gender and see who they are as people - not the people society expects them to be. You might see a lot that you were missing before.

A Thousand Words

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Thu, 13 Nov 2014 17:33:00 -0500

Frosted Flakes and Algebra

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Thu, 13 Nov 2014 17:19:00 -0500

All of this follows a book we read the previous night called Brrr! A Book About Polar Animals.

Emma: Mom, are birds warm-blooded or cold-blooded?

Carina: Well, what does it mean to be cold-blooded?

Emma: You have to be in the sun all the time to stay warm.

Carina: Do you know of any birds that live in the winter? We learned about some last night.

Emma: Well, yeah, but if birds are warm-blooded, then why do they bother migrating for the winter?

Carina: Wow. That's a great question. I don't know. I think different birds do it for different reasons. My guess is food.

Emma: Food?

Carina: Yeah. I mean, I don't know for sure. But I'm guessing it's hard for them to get to food. What do birds eat?

Emma: Worms.

Carina: Right. And where do worms live?

Emma: In the ground.

Carina: Right. So I'm guessing that since the ground is covered in snow in the winter it's pretty hard to get to their food. And you know it's not just birds that migrate. People migrate too. People who live in Maine migrate down to where it's warmer for the winter all the time because there's so much snow. Ma B and Pa B do that. They don't stay in Maine in winter. They come down here where it's warm.

(after thinking a moment...)

Emma: Where is it colder? The arctic or antarctica?

Carina: Antarctica (I only knew this because we'd read it last night).

Emma: Is Maine as cold as Antarctica?

Carina: NO! Antarctica is much colder.

Emma: How cold does it get in Maine?

Carina: Eh, I'd guess 10 or 20 below zero.

Emma: Whoa! How cold is it in Antarctica?

Carina: I don't know honey. 100 below zero?

Emma: How can a number be below zero?

Carina: Oh sweetie there's a whole world of numbers below zero. They're called negative numbers.

Emma: How many numbers are there below zero?

Carina: As many as there are above zero.

(Yup. That was our conversation over breakfast! Fortunately we ran out of time before I had to start explaining variables in algebra...)

Cute Belly

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sun, 9 Nov 2014 18:24:00 -0500

Starting With a Laugh

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Wed, 16 Apr 2014 16:29:00 -0400

Joke: What does a duck like with it's soup?
Punchline: Quackers!

Written by Emma

Emma Signing On

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Wed, 16 Apr 2014 16:24:00 -0400

I have decided to allow Emma to start writing her own blog posts from now on. I'm sure I'll occasionally contribute, but she's ready to make this her own space. In the beginning I'm sure I'll be doing the typing for her, but eventually this will probably be entirely authored by her.

Repost: The Complete Visual Guide to Generation Z

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 12:53:00 -0500

The Complete Visual Guide To Generation Z

By Katie Lepi on November 25, 2013

There’s always discussion happening out there about generational differences, especially when it comes to internet and technology usage. Much of this discussion tends to divide people into two (very rough) groups – of older and younger, superusers and reluctant users, and a very very large grey area in between. That’s not to say that there’s nothing out there that breaks it down more, but for the most part, we don’t see as much detail as we see generalizations. So I was interested when I came across this detail of Generation Z which this particular infographic defines as folks who were born between 1995 and 2009. Keep reading to learn more about one of the youngest generations.

Generation “Z” Facts and Figures

The average Gen Z-er will have 17 jobs and 15 homes in their lifetime
Their average earnings in 2063 (around the age of retirement) will be $222,000
The average home price (in a capital city) at that time will be about $2.5 million
1 in 2 will be university educated – compared with 1 in 3 from Gen Y and 1 in 4 from Gen X
They spend about 10 hrs, 19 minutes using technology per day
77% of men and 61% of women from Gen Z are predicted to be obese by the time they reach adulthood

Commonly named life stages have been broken down into more categories than in the past. What used to be defined as childhood, teenager, and adulthood has now been broken down into:

Childhood
Tween
Teenager
Young Adult
Kippers
Adult
Career-Changer
Downager

Katie was a teacher, graduate student, and is now the lady who makes sure Edudemic is as useful as possible. She oversees the editorial process and is basically a Swiss Army Knife of solutions.

Playing with LucidPress

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 12:52:00 -0500

Emma's First Day of Kindergarten

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Mon, 9 Sep 2013 19:06:00 -0400

Today was Emma's first day of kindergarten. All told, I was definitely more nervous than she was. But, as expected, she coasted through the day with grace and style. She wasn't nervous and she can't wait to go back tomorrow.

I tried to learn about her day, but I've learned that it isn't only teenagers that won't talk about what they do in school. It was almost impossible to figure out what she did. But I scrounged these little tidbits...

One of the girls in her class has the exact same lunchbox as she did. This apparently means they are now instant best friends.
She has library on mondays!
The librarian uses echoes as a classroom management tactic. Emma seemed to really like echoing with the librarian.
Mrs. Zegarski, Emma's teacher, read her three books. One was about a mouse that went to school.
Emma rode a bus for the first time today and she loved it. It was "really big." And she doesn't have to buckle herself in if she doesn't want to.
Mrs. Zegarski wore green today; Emma's favorite color.
Emma is not happy that she's not allowed to take her shoes or socks off in class.
Raising your hand with a bent pointer finger means that you would like to go to the bathroom.
The bathroom has two sinks, one on the outside and one on the inside. They are both small enough for her to use by herself!
Emma was not happy that the day had to end and she can't wait to go back tomorrow.

Today was Emma's first day of Kindergarten.

She was a little excited...

Posing with her new backpack.

Emma standing in line to be picked up at the end of the day.

She was NOT happy to see me. She didn't want to go home!

Inside Emma's big new school.

Outside Benjamin Franklin Elementary School!

C'mon Mom, let's go play!

The Princess & The Adventure by Emma

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sun, 25 Aug 2013 20:21:00 -0400

Mike suggested that we shoot a movie with Emma this summer. Emma wrote the movie, and here is the result!

The story stars Princess Ella and her mother, Queen Cleana. The Princess is bored and has decided she wants to try adventuring for the first time. She convinces her mother and they set off.

The first time they leave they forget food and have to turn back.

The second time they have food, but forgot to change their clothes.

The third time they have the right clothes, but lost the food on their way home the last time!

The food is found by the evil magic lion who gobbles it all up, gets the scent of the princess, and tracks her down.

He finds her looking for the food in the forest and chases the queen and the princess all the way back home.

They both decide that that is enough adventuring for the day!

Enjoy. Apologies, we are rather hard to hear...

Blowing Lights

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sun, 25 Aug 2013 19:47:00 -0400

Carina: The light blew out in the stove hood, Mike.

Emma: What blew out?

Carina: The light.

Emma: How?

Carina: Very well.

Emma: Can you blow it back in?

Flashlights, Galoshes, and Family!

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sun, 25 Aug 2013 19:40:00 -0400

I was looking through my pictures and realized that August 22nd was quite an exciting day...

It started with an enormous dragonfly visit, while brushing our teeth.

Then a storm hit and we lost power. Nothing like breakfast by candlelight!

You can never have too many candles, according to Emma.

Without electricity, we put candles around the tropical fish tank to keep them warm.

I am batman! (Zen by flashlight...)

I'm not afraid of the dark! (River by flashlight...)

Zen, guarding Emma in the dark.

Eventually the sun came out, but with no iPad or backyard...the kids got restless.

Time to hit Alstede farm and do some puddle jumping!

Yay, we have power! Time for dirty laundry leaping!

For a day without power, we sure did a lot. It's always nice to be reminded about the things that really matter: flashlights, galoshes, and family!

Warm Furry Wonderful

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 19:34:00 -0400

River is the only dog I've met that sleeps this way. It's always so funny. Still, she always manages to squirm herself over to keep my feet warm. She does her job, even when she isn't fully awake to know she's doing it. It's so pleasant to sit reading a book and then suddenly your bare feet are covered in warm furry wonderful. I can't imagine a better way to relax.

A Piratical Morning

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 09:22:00 -0400

Emma: Mommy, I wrote a word for you.

Emma: Now how do I spell, "Mateys?"

Acting Like a Beautiful Fairy Princess in the Forest

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Mon, 5 Aug 2013 21:12:00 -0400

This girl is "a barrel of fun pretty," according to Emma.

Emma and I had just gotten out of the shower and she was getting dressed...

Emma: Mom, did you get me socks?

Carina: No.

Emma: Hmph!

Carina: (with a stern look) You can get them yourself.

Emma: Ok mommy.

Carina: Thank you for being a good girl Emma. I love it when you act like a good girl with a good attitude.

Emma: Yeah, like being a beautiful princess.

Carina: Yes, like a beautiful princess.

Emma: That's a fairy in the forest.

Carina: Like a fairy in the forest.

Emma: Like galloping shoes...

Carina: What?

Emma: Like on the ranch...

Carina: Emma, what are you talking about?

The Situation

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Sat, 27 Jul 2013 08:28:00 -0400

We were driving on a bad road...

Emma: Wow, this is a bumpy situation. And I don't even know what situation means!

Mike and Carina: (laughter)

Emma: Put this on Facebook!

Miss Perceptions

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Tue, 23 Jul 2013 13:01:00 -0400

Emma: Mommy, look at my painting.

Carina: That's beautiful Emma! Look at that hair. Is that Rapunzel?

Emma: No, it's an anaconda being crowned queen.

Carina: Oh, of course. How could I have confused the two?

Bedtime!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 21 Jul 2013 20:11:00 -0400

Emma: Night, Daddy!
Mike: Goodnight, Emma. Sleep well.
Emma: I will! Bedtime is calling my name!

The Light of Shadows

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Thu, 18 Jul 2013 08:32:00 -0400

Some of you may know this. Some not. But we have been trying to have a second child for quite a while. For some reason, most couples keep this kind of thing a secret. While the details are obviously a private matter, the support that somebody needs during a time like this shouldn't be. I never understood why people would want to keep hidden their struggles - whether it's a miscarriage, a job loss, or a divorce - we all fall down occasionally. But isn't that why all of you are reading this? Isn't that why we blog or facebook? It's because we needs friends and family; a support network to keep cheering us on so we don't lose hope.

The reason for today's post is because I found out today that - yet again - I'm not pregnant. But here's the beautiful dichotomy. While I'm on one side of a door trying to hold it together; trying not to end up sobbing on the bathroom floor, my daughter is on the other side of the door vibrating with excitement.

That's because, for Emma, today is the best day in the world. Today Emma went an entire night in actual "big girl" panties with no accidents. She is over-the-moon with pride and practically ambushed me when I woke up this morning. She was so excited to tell me about this important milestone in her life. It's also her last day of swimming lessons and she's determined to "swim" today. She feels empowered. She has no idea that she just lost the chance for a little brother or sister again. She has no idea that mommy and daddy are tremendously sad.

In her little world everything is bright and shiny and perfect.

So I guess the lesson here is that there's always hope and a positive perspective. There's always a silver lining. Or I guess more specifically, there has to be light in order to make shadows. It's not always easy to find that light. Especially for me. I am definitely a pessimist. (Although we pessimists always swear that we're actually just all realists *wink*). Therefore, I figured I would put this out there. I figured I would share and see what you all have to say. I know we're not the only people going through something like this and I think it's silly for us all to be suffering alone in shaded corners.

What's your story? What shadows are you struggling with right now too? Let's pool our candles together and make something bigger and brighter.

Why you should set soft goals for your classroom this year

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 14 Jul 2013 15:08:00 -0400

via Cool Cat Teacher Blog http://coolcatteacher.blogspot.com/2013/07/why-you-should-set-soft-goals-for-your.html

Adorable

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 10 Jul 2013 11:21:00 -0400

Emma: Mommy, did you say "Grammy," when you were a little girl?

Carina: No. I said "Grandma" actually.

Emma: Did you say it like really adorable?

Carina: (Lol) I guess so?

Contrary, Even in Sleep

noreply@blogger.com (Carina) — Mon, 3 Jun 2013 20:13:00 -0400

You can't make this stuff up! Here is Emma, asleep, facing the wrong way, spread eagle ON TOP of her blankets. Hilarious.