shayna medela annie

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On Thursday night, Luau spent the evening at a hockey game with a buddy from college. The girls and I settled in to an evening at home to close out the first day of the New Year.

The girls had breakfast for dinner. Ok, Katie did. Brooke wasn’t ready to embrace such a topsy turvy concept.

All three of us piled into Mama’s big tub and lost ourselves in bubbles and a variety of differently colored soaps. (If you’ve never turned on jacuzzi jets in a tub full of princess bubbles may I offer a word of advice? DO NOT FILL THE TUB).

And then, clean as could be, we snuggled into Mama’s bed in our jammies for a screening of Annie.

It’s changing, this movie watching proposition. Brooke now has a small repertoire of non-Dora the Explorer feature length films that will keep her attention. OK, very small. OK – two, but still – it’s something. And there’s something to be said for cuddling up to watch a movie together. Not a television show – a MOVIE. It’s different, isn’t it?

And suddenly, the experience has a whole new meaning for Katie too. From the moment the opening credits start rolling, well, so does Katie. At seven and a half (excuse me, three quarters) she has seen the man behind the curtain and insists on de-coding and de-mystifying the entire movie watching experience. 

“Mama, is that a special effect? Mama, those girls are just actresses, right? So they’re just pretending that they don’t have parents, right? But really they have parents and their parents are probably really proud of them for getting such a big role in a movie, right? Mama, if I were in a movie like that you’d be really proud of me, wouldn’t you? Mama, they just ruined a romantic moment, didn’t they? Mama, Miss Hannagin is kissing the radio because she’s a drunk right? Mama, why would those boys put the cans on Sandy’s tail like that? Mama, what’s a Bolshevik?”

To my left, a whole other narrative is unfolding. Softly, quietly, almost undetectable – a different kind of running commentary. “Annie is a girl. Annie will hold the flowers. Sandy is a dog. Dogs don’t live in a zoo. Dogs live in a house. Sandy is a dog. Annie is a girl.”

And the songs – Oh the songs! My heart nearly bursts from the sweetness of Brooke’s little voice as she sings along. From moment one, she sings each and every word. Well, sort of. She sings a reasonably close approximation of each and every word. ‘Maybe’ goes something like “Bet they collect fins like apples and art.” Close enough.

And so our little scene played out throughout the movie. 

I watched and listened to three different stories – Annie’s, Katies and Brooke’s. Until they all came together as Brooke sang along with “Hard knock life.”

“Santa Claus we never see. Santa Claus – what’s that? Who’s he? …”

And with a gentle nudge Katie cocked her head in Brooke’s direction and looked at me knowingly, letting me in on what she knew. 

“Annie must be Jewish.”


13 thoughts on “shayna medela annie

  1. OK no more drinking coffee while reading you or Mara as I wind up spitting it on the computer which pisses the hubby off. Need book of Katie-isms. How do you even keep a straight face with that child???

  2. I love the Carol Burnett version too! Katie’s take on it is hilarious – I especially liked the ‘What’s a Bolshevik?’ question! How did you address that one?!

  3. oy, she is precious.

    did the same thing in my jacuzzi yesterday. it was like a carol burnett sketch.

    did you watch the “old” annie, or the new-ish disney one w/ kathy bates?

  4. I can totally relate to your mention of B’s “small repertoire of non-Dora” viewing material. My E is exactly the same way, albeit with a different show. (Although now it’s expanded to 2 or 3 shows but no more.) Although I’m happy with very little TV in our house, my concern is with the refusal to consider even looking at anything else — is that what K does? I’m guessing it’s frustrating to D, too, because it limits family viewing time, right? E’s limited TV repertoire drives my NT son nuts.

  5. ROFLMAO! Oy, I needed this belly laughter to start my day. The whole experience sounds utterly divine —no matter what religion/belief system one ascribes to!

    FTR (for the record), the Carol Burnett version is the best of all time! LOVE this movie! (I still get teary during MAYBE.)

  6. Katie sounds delightful.

    I had to chuckle at Brooke’s running commentary. Chee does a similar commentary … especially about the gender of the people she’s watching. “Cinderella is a girl, the Prince is a boy.” I am usually quite amused by it too.

    And there is something different about movies. I seldom watch a show with the girls, but I will hunker down for a movie (we watch a sum total of 3) no matter how many times I’ve already seen it.

  7. Drama – Oh, I’m old school, baby – Didn’t even know about the newish one .. Love Kathy Bates but still don’t want to know .. It’s like Johnny Depp doing Willy Wonka .. It’s just wrong

    Jenn – I don’t!

    Tanya – I muttered something about people who wanted to change the world who had very different beliefs from folks like Dadddy Warbucks. The good news was that she moved onto the next question / comment so quickly that my lame answer sufficed.

    Audra – Brooke doesn’t refuse, as it were – she just loses interest and starts to wander. And yes, when we allow some TV and start trying to find common ground Katie inevitably starts the conversation with ‘Please, please no Dora’ – typically just as her sister is saying, ‘we would watch Dora.’

    Our solution, for better or worse, is to alternate which girl picks a show. When it’s Brooke’s turn, we let her choose Dora probably every fourth time. The rest of the time we give her two or three other choices and then if she wanders, she wanders.

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