I went to get a haircut today. Before I left, I told BigBrother where I was going.

Okay, but don’t get ElastiGirl hair.

Uh, noted.

Last year, I came home from a particularly nice salon experience. BigBrother was going through a phase of Nothing-But-The-Incredibles, a strange and brief departure from his first love of Toy Story. I walked in the door from that salon experience and he said, “Mommy! You have ElastiGirl hair!”

Then he laughed, so I’m not quite sure it was a compliment.

It’s kind of true though. The somewhere-around-chin-length bob is a flattering cut on me, whether I wear it curly (its natural state) or straight (a completely unnatural state that most curly-headed people try to achieve unless it’s mid-August). I admitted to FireDad after BigBrother’s comment that my hair did resemble that of ElastiGirl. It was a running joke for awhile.

Apparently BigBrother is over The Incredibles, despite occasionally sporting some Mr. Incredible underwear. And apparently I am not supposed to sport the hairstyle any longer. Yes, I realize I’m taking fashion advice from a four-and-a-half year old. But he knows his stuff better than I do. Maybe he reads She’s Still Got It when he’s supposed to be playing Zoodles. I don’t know. I mean, it’s not a secret I have no fashion sense. Even Sassymonkey is on my case about it. Which, by the way, I’m not trying skinny jeans. Can’t make me.

I had a lovely salon experience today. The general ambiance of my salon is one of happy chatter, some of which I participate in and some of which I quietly smile at as it bounces around the room. My stylist laughed at how much my hair had grown in two months and commented again on how thick it is. (It’s ridiculously thick.) She turned my hair from a crazy, frizzy, over-grown, no-shaped mess to a sleek, stylish new version of me without sweaty hair on my neck. She’s my new hero.

I got home from the salon and asked BigBrother what he thought.

Well, it’s not ElastiGirl hair.”

“No, it’s not. Whose hair is it then?”

Well, Mommy. It’s your hair, you silly head.

That it is. Kind of a Reverse ElastiGirl… which sounds… kinky. I think I’ll be sticking with this style for awhile.

[This non-review review contains no spoilers.]

We finally got to see Toy Story 3 yesterday. I say finally because we’ve been excited about the release since it was announced last year. We waited three days to see it due to a desire to avoid the crowds of which there were many with an opening day total of $41 million. My whole family loved the movie. No doubt about it.

There are some reasons why this movie worked even though sequels can sometimes flop.

1. The movie is genuine. While Disney has a long history of sequels that fall flat, this movie could stand alone. At the same time, the writers pull just enough from the previous movies as they would with any other trilogy type series. Toys who are no longer a part of Andy’s room are mentioned. There is a wonderful flashback scene from Andy’s Mom’s camcorder. You feel like you know the characters. But, at the same time, the movie stands on its own. The new characters are just as well-written and well-voiced as ones from the past. If your children had not been able to watch the original movies due to Disney placing them in the vault in preparation for the release of this one, they wouldn’t be too confused as to what is happening on screen.

2. It’s funny for kids and it’s funny for adults. Like most cartoon feature films, jokes have been written into the movie to make those accompanying the kids to the theater laugh a little. Even more so, most of the funny stuff is funny no matter your age. Spanish-mode Buzz’s dance? That’s funny whether you’re three or thirty-three or fifty-three. It’s also incredible animation. In fact, my husband says that whoever thought up the idea for Spanish-mode Buzz should be given some kind of award. The hilarity that ensues is simply fantastic. Mr. Potato Head has to take on various shapes during a few scenes in the movie and those are amusing to say the least.

3. The parents care about the characters already. I was a teenager when the first Toy Story was released but, like many of those my age, I had a younger sibling who was all about Buzz and Woody. I fell in love with those characters back in the day when cartoons were supposedly beneath me. In college, I took my then-boyfriend’s cousins to the theater to see Toy Story 2. One of the first feature films I bought for my children was Toy Story, followed shortly behind by the second movie. I wanted them to love the characters. And they did. For a year and a half, we struggled to find toys. The boys actually have my brother’s original Buzz Lightyear from back in the day. BigBrother’s teachers occasionally passed on toys that their children had outgrown. And then, as the end of the year approached in 2009, they began gearing up for the release of Toy Story 3. And the toys were everywhere. (See the next point.) When it came down to it, as an adult who loved these characters, I cared what happened to them as Andy was going off to college. I cared about Andy. I simply had to go to the theater, something we rarely do, and see the end result for myself.

4. Clever, all-encompassing marketing. Toy Story 3 is everywhere. On the front of Ritz crackers, Nutrigrain bars and Sara Lee bread. Fruit snacks and cereals. There are two separate iPhone apps, a two different Wii games and a great Disney website full of games just right for the intended age range. They even made the Avon catalog, notorious for ignoring that there children who might not want to wear pink cupcake shirts. There’s an Aflac commercial. Both Disney and ABC Family ran marathons of the original movies, including the not-well-known straight-to-VHS Buzz Lightyear movie, this past weekend. While mostly overwhelming and somewhat annoying, the marketing has been effective.

5. It’s Toy Story. Plain and simple. Unless the writers really screwed up or they made a complete departure from the storyline like they did with “The Outer Space Movie,” as my sons call it, Toy Story 3 wasn’t going to fail. Toy Story is more than a movie. Buzz Lightyear is more than a space ranger. Woody is more than a Sheriff cowboy. Jessie is more than a cowgirl with bright red hair. Rex is more than a wussy dinosaur. Hamm is more than a big pink pig with a smart mouth. Mr. Potato Head is more than a spud with an grumpy attitude. They are our old friends, come back to play.

As you can tell, I loved the movie. My husband loved the movie. More over, my children adored the movie. They sat quietly, completely absorbed through all but one scene of the movie. During a particularly scary section, BigBrother yelled at the screen in hopes of achieving the outcome he desired. Otherwise, they were completely quiet, something that is a rarity around these parts. The best part about Toy Story 3 is that it did not meet my expectations; it exceeded my expectations.

I have a feeling that the kids will likely be seeing the movie again in the theater with grandparents. I’m hopeful that the DVD will be released before their birthdays in November or, if not then, by Christmas. It will probably be another movie in which I buy two copies in case anything happens to the original. That’s how much we loved it.

Ready for the Movie

All that said, I was weepy for a majority of the movie thinking of what we might someday do with all of our Toy Story toys when our boys head to college. For now, we will play with them until their arms need sewn back on and their colors have faded and the memories are forever imprinted in our minds. These toys are our friends and Toy Story 3 reminded me of the fact that these days won’t last forever.

Let’s play.

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THE BookAs I mentioned, I grabbed BigBrother a Toy Story reader as part of his end of school gift. The morning that I purchased it, I stopped in the office and was talking to a co-worker about Toy Story. She’s a mom to three boys so we spend a lot of time discussing Buzz, Woody and their buddies. She told me that she bought a Toy Story 3 coloring book and that thankfully she looked at it before she gave it to the boys.

Because it gave away the story.

I went home and read through the book I got for BigBrother. It was your typical level 2 type reader: short sentences and easy words. I had figured it was like some of the other movie based readers we have in our library; instead of telling the full story of the movie that it either told a sub-story or a completely different story all together. Not this one.

I now know the full story of Toy Story 3. More than the trailer gives away.

But I won’t spoil it for you. Just like I didn’t spoil it for the boys. Because I took it away. BigBrother is mad. I mean, who could blame him? I gave him something he loved twice over: a book about Toy Story. And then I took it back. FireDad supported this venture though he feels equally Scrooge-like. We have made promises to read the book the night we get home from seeing the movie on June 18th. He doesn’t care. He’s mad.

I’m mad, too.

When it comes to the new Toy Story movie, marketers are in heaven. Not only do they know that kids are in love with the movie and characters (and expensive toys) but parents like me have also been in love with the movie for years. We’re equally excited about the next chapter in the toys’ journey. We want to buy the toys. We want to buy the books. And the games. And to catch the movie on opening day. We want to share our love of the movie with our children. And marketers know that. The toys are everywhere right now. Taunting us. And it’s working. I get it. I understand. Really, I do.

But could we leave the spoilers out of it until the movie is released?

Put the rocket ship sprinkler in the store. And the movie editions of Connect 4, Buckaroo, Memory and Operation (!). Please, pretty please, release the Buzz, Woody and Jessie costumes for Mr. Potato Head. If you could drop the price on Buzz and Woody themselves, I’d be thrilled. I think perhaps that bubbles and boogie boards are slight overkill but I’m okay with all of those things. Just stop putting out things with spoilers until after we’ve seen the movie. Pretty please?

Or I may have to make BigBrother and LittleBrother laser you. And nobody wants that, now do they?

Firehouse DogWe borrowed the movie Firehouse Dog from our local library on Friday. We haven’t done family movie night before because LittleBrother is young and his attention span is that of a young child. It varies, at best. I also know that the boys don’t focus well on movies with real people, preferring the animated Space Ranger type people over human interaction. But they’ve been on a dog kick for awhile and it’s a movie about firefighters. So I went with it.

The movie itself was cute. The story revolves around a superstar dog who falls out of a plane and is believed to have died. He lived, of course, and adopts a failing firehouse as his new home. By helping rescue another firefighter and generally being a great dog, he catches the eyes of the local media. They end up not closing down the firehouse and everyone is happy! Except for the arsonist on the loose. And the dog’s real owner who eventually tracks him down. Drama ensues for the last twenty minutes while you wait and wonder if the firebug will be caught and the dog will get to stay with the right people. Obviously, being a child’s movie, the ending is happy. But there are some moments of tense anxiety!

BigBrother was mostly enthralled by the movie. He sat with his eyes glued to the screen for a majority of the movie. He got bored with any person-to-person conversation that didn’t involve the dog doing something in the background. He didn’t quite care about the conversations between the dad (the Captain of the fire station) and the son (the main character of the movie). But, man, he loved the dog. LittleBrother liked the dog enough but cared even less about conversation. Which is mostly okay because there were a few words and phrases that made me cringe. One, “I suck,” was repeated a few times followed by “suck” over and over. I think I may have coughed. There was no outright cussing but they did use some words that we simply don’t in this house.

The fire scenes were a little intense. They didn’t seem to bother either of the boys and, really, they were absolutely enthralled during the fire scenes. BigBrother, who understood the premise of the movie, didn’t seem overly concerned when the boy was trapped in the burning building. I don’t know if he thought the dog and/or the dad would save him but he didn’t get anxious. (You know, like I did.) Perhaps it’s because they’re so used to the concepts and discussions of fire. I don’t know but, as a warning, there are some tense moments with the fire scenes. As a side warning: the movie also deals with the concept of death though no characters in the movie actively die. The death issues are from the past and involve the child’s mother and uncle.

All in all, fire family movie night was a success. I don’t think we’ll be watching Backdraft with them for a few years (understatement) but it was nice to include a little bit of firefighting in a family evening. I should note that FireDad rolled his eyes many times at the movie but was a good sport about the whole thing. Sometimes that’s what being a family is all about!

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