Every year around this time Steve and I watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy to celebrate our anniversary (ok, this year we threw a party, too, and ate a ton and drank... everything in sight; but usually we're all middle earthen and low-key.)
Due to party and visiting family and plague we had to postpone this year's screening until a few days ago and - after considerable debate - we decided to ask Patrick to join us; a decision which has changed the viewing dynamics considerably. First, we can only watch it in chunks because the window between the twins falling asleep and Patrick himself curling up like a potato bug is not huge. Also, we have to stop every ten minutes to explain what's going since our initial response ("Just wait! It all becomes clear in the next scene!") proved to be a filthy lie. So we explain a lot. Then because Patrick has never seen the movie we can't just fast forward over the boring and/or annoying and/or repulsive parts (like everything Treebeard says or 98% of Gollum or Frodo's entire trek through Mordor - fine, I like Rohan and Helmsdeep and the scenery of New Zealand* and the part when they light the beacons. Achshuwee I could just watch that scene over and over again for twelve hours. That's it. Oh! And Aragorn. Snuuh.)
Anyway, responsible parents don't let their kids stay up more than, say, two hours late on a school night just because they themselves want to watch a movie so I have to go or they'll start without me.
Look! Caroline has taken to wearing a tasteful pearl choker with everything. She's like a young (very young) Jackie Kennedy. Or maybe a short (very short) Julia Child?
You can barely see the necklace as she... I don't know what she is doing. Centering her qi? But it's there with the penguin footie pajamas (Edward calls them his Zippies. I think it is adorable.)
And here she is about to go sledding.
What I particularly like about the styling here (and the bipedal Georgina Chapman agreed with me) is that the clever use of accessories (fleece hat, matching mittens, pearls) enables her to take her pink snow bibs from day to evening. All she has to do is change from snowboots to snowpumps and she is red carpet ready.
OOOOOH! Damn it! The finks! They've slunk off to the basement and I can feel the floors trembling from the fires of Mount Doom. The traitors have started without me.
* I sighed and said, "I really want to visit that place."
Patrick said, "Mom. It's pretend."
I said, "I meant the location. I want to go there."
He said, "I knew what you meant and I can't believe you still think New Zealand exists."