The Wizard of OZ

I am watching the Wizard of Oz with Shiloh for the first time in her life. I love this movie, always have. So many lessons to be learned, especially about fearing the unknown and the case for fear we can build in our imagination. I'm amazed she is as engaged into it as she is. I'm getting drilled with questions of "whaa happened" all during the tornado scene. Had to calm her down when Dorothy got konked on the head and passed out. She seemed to enjoy the black and white portion more so than the color. My little girlie girl with Film Noir appreciation. Uh oh, the Wicked Witch of the West just showed up and Shiloh is mesmerized. She can personally identify with Glenda, the Good Witch because she sports a Magic Wand much like the one Shiloh got at a Halloween fair.
 Dorothy:"how do a start for Emerald City".
Glenda: "it's always best to start at the beginning".
Sage advice that applies to every major undertaking we may have before us. Every journey starts with the first step, or something to that effect. Like with me, I have a project that NBA star Brandon Jennings would be perfect for. It just so happens that a youth a coach I spoke to today is married to his cousin and appeared in Brandon's recent Under Armour commercial. We exchanged info and he agreed to make the connection for me. It's always best to start at the beginning. Great duet is on now with the Scarecrow, Ray Bolger. Wasn't Michael Jackson this same character in the Wiz remake? Big difference though with a forty something Diana Ross in the lead role. Sort of the neurotic middle aged woman trying to find her way home.
Okay Shiloh is totally trippin' on the beligerrent apple tree dude. Whoever thought of this for the cinema had such the original perceptibility. Looks like my hopes that the two year old can hang for the duration are dashed. Mom just got home from Turkey day shopping and Shiloh is sitting on the Dryer, coloring the receipts from the grocery store vibrant color of orange. Now she's writing on the wall, so I definitely gotta go. She got about an hour into it, I can live with that...

YEAR TWO

Well, the "terrible twos" are upon us. Fortunately the tantrums have been few and far between, as opposed to frequent and in close proximity. There was a mini one today. Whenever I so much as reach for the remote control, Shiloh devolves into a fit of panic, terrified she may miss DJ Lance doing something, anything. Yo Gabba Gabba is indeed her favorite. Hard for me to follow, with the aforementioned DJ parading around in that loud orange costume of his. And I could swear that his voice was dubbed in a similar way as Bruce Lee was dubbed in Chinese Connection. The wife had a friend sew a costume like Lance's, hat included. Shiloh was the epitome of cuteness trick or treating in this get up on Halloween. Much to my surprise, my grandson Will was also DJ Lance. As was a friends toddler, Marcel. Didn't realize Lance was so popular. But Shiloh has eased her way into the realm of two years old. She is pretty easy to put to bed. Long bath and a bedtime story does the job. Our fav of the moment is a Toni Morrison story about Peeny Peeny Butter. It is a little weird, with Nana doing some outlandish stuff on one of her visits. But in the end, everyone is all hugs and kisses. And isn't that the most important thing?...